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Sunday, July 1, 2007

Ode to a legless man

No Poem today. Just a blatent commercial for my friend Tarver who is a young husband, soon-to-be father and recent amputee. In order to pay for a decent prosthetic leg (30-40 grand) he has begun a campaign called Shirts for limbs. If you have enjoyed my photos at all, Please go to... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, May 29, 2007

The Unbearable Thing

She only needs a change of clothes. Rush home throw various and sundry items in a bag. Don't let the tether binding them together stretch too far too long. Rush back But on the way out she passes the den and sees a line of ants descending from the window ledge across the wooden floor and up the desk... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, May 19, 2007

Sending your computer back in time

Thanks to all of you who sent sympathy cards for the death of my DVD ROM drive. Death, it seems, is not as final in the computer world as it is in our own. I was explaining to my friend what had happened (and when the wake would be) when she said, "Why don't you just send your computer back in time... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Warning: This Rant against the Regionalization of Computer

DVD-ROM Drives is not Poetry So, as of tonight my DVD drive has been completely wiped off the face of the known world. My computer can't find anything remotely like it anywhere in the dark recesses of its dusty a-hole. And Why? I'll tell you why. First, someone somewhere, several years ago, decided... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, May 13, 2007

Dung of a Day

Today, I've stepped into a pile of the past. Pains crapped out by the great fates of the universe and left on my very doorstep where I couldn't help but plant my foot directly in it. And we all know that once the shit's ground into the tread of your shoe you have no choice but to take that with you... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, May 8, 2007

Proof of Loss

I find myself denied the constancy of matter promised to all mankind by certain learned men. Key things have been known to cease existing. Six million Jews were turned to ash. Grandma's pedal sewing machine disappeared without a trace into the back alleyways of Chicago. Some teenagers we loved can... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, May 4, 2007

My boobs as role models

My daughter, who is seven now, is fascinated with the idea of boobs. First and foremost is her wonderment that she will some day sport these fleshy, rounded mysteries – that her body has, even now, some kind of invisible boob potential. She knows that some things that can't be seen are still real,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, April 25, 2007

The Comfort of Cabbages

Elaina had hoped to sleep off her grief for a month or so but her breasts woke her up on day two. She sat up in bed, feeling the strange weight of them pull her forward, realizing abruptly that engorgement had been woefully under-described to her by her doctor. Her small breasts, now three times... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, April 21, 2007

Today's Denial

What do you say when the neighbors bring the sagging kitten to the door? At first you don't believe. At first, you see no blood, the small evacuation of the bowels is hidden by her tail and her broken neck nestles in the man's big hands. He is tender for a murderer, repentant, sorrowful, wraps her... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, April 2, 2007

Hiding in Plain Sight

There is a woman who comes into church every Sunday and sits in the pew in front of me. Slender and young, she wears small pastel colored shirts that ride up her back so I can see three notches of her spine, the dimples at the bottom of her back, a little peach fuzz above the elastic waist of her... 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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