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Tuesday, January 15, 2008

In no particular order

Momentum This highway feels like a runway Like you'd better be buckled up tight Like we're picking up speed by the second And the wheels are retracting for flight Blown We find ourselves flying like dustmotes Destination unknown Crabgrass dandelion dander Just waiting till we can get blown Tropical... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, January 11, 2008

Secrets

You keep secrets in your secrets, like an interlocking box, which you hide inside a henhouse that is guarded by a fox. Sign in to see full entry.

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Refreshing

rocky mountain high a can of light beer and a chance to fly wingless, riding a purple peak an aluminum pop-top in your beak Sign in to see full entry.

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tide pool

the tide pool's wet breath rises and falls she places pink anemones in her hair, waits for one bare touch to contract her urchin heart —Sarah Torribio Sign in to see full entry.

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Welcome

In my curious house, the windows lean out of their frames, all the better to look at the people who ride on the train. In my friendly homestead, the doors leap out of their jambs toward every passing stranger, saying, "Welcome, sir. Welcome, ma'am." In my sociable kitchen, the teakettle clucks its... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, January 10, 2008

Pretty

Is it really any wonder that women like make-up and bows? The world is a rough place to wake up, and prettiness softens the blow. Sign in to see full entry.

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Beat that

Into the church of Allen Ginsburg I tiptoed, in a pink plastic cowl I couldn't sit still—what a sermon! The kind that you clap for, or howl Sign in to see full entry.

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East of Eden

I drove my Scion into Zion, made a left turn into paradise. I filled my gas tank with Roman candles, and asked the flowers for advice. Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, January 6, 2008

Tonguelashing

You split my infinitives You punctuate my heart You make my letters capital When I get a running start Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, January 5, 2008

Breath

Wreathed in the smoke of your own exhaling, you go deep sea diving, convincing me that what was sunk is more lovely for the sub- mersion. —Sarah Torribio Sign in to see full entry.

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