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Friday, January 11, 2008

All that's left (a song)

Verse 1: I left my heart in the shopping mall I left my wallet in the haunted halls I lost my spirit in the bathroom stall I lost the will to hear it by your fifth phone call Bridge: If you're a warrior, where's your Mars? If you're a hero, where's your scars? If you're a savior, show me Zion Stop... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, January 7, 2008

Blue bay (a sonnet)

It's funny how you're blue today I'm green, of course, with a brine-weed crown You're seashore sky and breaststroke bay My toes are fins and my skin's burned brown Here's the rock, where we made a vow Clasping hands with a starfish cling We'd keep all the barnacles off of the prow I'd love you by... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, January 5, 2008

St. Catherine of the REM cycle

Remember the look on my face the other morning, like I had just swallowed a sneeze? It was just any other night, tucked next to you like matching dolls in a doll bed, or pet-store puppies tired from leaping toward reaching hands. I dreamed that Zeus had set up a kissing booth and we were eating ears... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, December 22, 2007

repentence/new sentence/left shoulder/time for bolder

We're out of season but how we loved the time of fermentation when loves tastes like wine. Moments, we had, of peerless clarity. Your insights needed someone else—not me. Your time to teach, my time to reach, had come. Our love-soaked penance finally had been done. I miss you more while missing... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Poem written in eyeliner

Hello, mirror face! You miss the upturn of your lips when you examine your pores like a spelunker in a lab coat, too busy taking mineral samples to care that a cool cathedral of geo- logical purity is weeping icicle spears, that the walls are exhaling diamond powder sneeze, that the bats are... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, December 9, 2007

icy conditions

Here's a narwhal's-eye view of the situation— if you drop me you ought to pick me up quickly. The 10-second rule holds tenuously true. Move quickly. I'll be good, tasting as fresh as a peppermint patty or a carthorse mouthful of mint. What time is there to waste when the world is due for a... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, November 24, 2007

New Year’s revolution

I will lay aside the bile-soaked dishrag of jealousy. Am I missing? You’ll find me slapping the backs of prolifically published poets (god!) whose irrefutable genius runs bright with veined alloys of luck hard-work and savvy business sense. Free of that old chin-monkey (thou shall not covet) I will... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Holiday stress

Do you ever feel like you're one step away from talking to yourself? Wait! Did I say that out loud? Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, November 1, 2007

Apple (a short story)

Brandy liked to keep two things by her bed: the Bible and a ripe red apple. The Bible was easy to explain. Mrs. Oakes urged her children to read a chapter or at least a verse at night before they went to bed. “That way, while you’re sleeping, all that goodness will trickle into your dreams. And if... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, October 22, 2007

Starz (a micro-fiction of epic proportions)

The constellations are demanding to be reconfigured, renamed. That's not Orion's belt you're looking at but the studded dog collar of Caligula-Z, a cross-dresser from Prague who frequented Studio 54 until an unfortunate accident with silver body paint (it proved to be highly toxic) caused him to... Sign in to see full entry.

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