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Thursday, January 4, 2007

Anticipating the arrival of Self

In the Obsidian Room no light had ever been shed that the occupants remembered. Young and old, strong and weak, male and female they were unified in the darkness of their existence. Those with the hearts of explorers had felt hand over hand, groping the vastness of the sharp-edged cavern broken only... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, December 31, 2006

New Zealand Haiku

Fence posts and barbed wire Farmers stitch the rolling hills and applique sheep. Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, December 27, 2006

With kids like mine

My children will never walk quietly enough to stumble upon hedgehogs But they will learn to tie their own capes. They will fashion soup and deadly poison at the beach out of sea foam. They will practice kissing kittens before bed and eventually forgive the scratches. They will forever bear a grudge... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, December 24, 2006

Why your efforts to woo me are fruitless

This man put a live trap in the crux of a pear tree, hoping, each eve, to find his catch - fruit salad to be skinned and dressed. He even hoped to mount the juicy heads. Instead, his neighbors watched each perfectly ripe pear plummet to the ground with a suicidal squish. This man he never caught... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Death's Dowry

In Haiti death has a dowry so when a twiggy brown girl skipped into the coooking fire her parents set her singed, upon a mat and waited for death to claim a bride. The Missionary hospital had delivered her for twenty-five dollars and a large jar of goat's milk. Now her parents must weigh the bill... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, December 17, 2006

Man against Nature

When walking in Grizzly Bear country it is recommended that you carry pepper spray and wear bells on your shoes. Recent research on the scat of Black Bears found the usual berries and fish. However, in the scat of Grizzly’s, recent collections have included inordinate amounts of pepper and lots of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, December 16, 2006

Vine and Stone

For fifteen years I twined myself in you, my green tendrils sunk into your upright bones, solid, immovable, barely worn by ages of wind and water. Petra, my trellis made of stone. When I was but a seedling I imbedded my tiny hairs into your rough exterior and clung for all I was worth. Scrambling,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, December 7, 2006

The appearance of a man

I can see my four brothers, their heads bent over my bassinet "How sad," they whispered over me, "This child was born without a penis. She will never joust like the rest of us or argue unemotionally about deep thoughts And it will be harder to masterbate." It might have been sympathy, but it wasn't.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, December 5, 2006

Lamenting Fertility

This is where Illinois remembers being an ocean, swimming flat-chested, carefully dropping her adolescent trilobites into clear, salty water. This is who she was before she became fertile and gave out under the plough. Grandma dried up and married a farmer. He brings her the ancient sea fossils he... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, December 4, 2006

A list for my daughter's life - things to remember

Don't forget the view from inside a vagina my face the view from outside a vagina the taste of breast milk your best friends - all 26, 753 of them including a cotton ball and a rather lumpy garden pumpkin the power of the word "NO!" that you are not beautiful, you are exquisite to define yourself to... Sign in to see full entry.

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When the tapping on the inside and the tapping on the outside coincide, words are born. All poetry copyright protected to give_a_rip 2006.

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