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Monday, February 11, 2008

Sugar cane

Children are chewing on sugar cane as they have since anyone can remember. Eventually their teeth will rot with sweetness, crumbling like old tombstones. They are only practice teeth, though, and will grow back soon enough. For now, a hacked-off stick of sugar cane is mother's milk, grass-blade dew,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Easy on the eyes (a few of my favorite things)

A Greek man, naked, throwing a discus The panting tongue of a scarlet hibiscus A porch-light meeting where the moths attend A.A. Sharing tales of drunken paths, of nights they've lost their way Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Molecular intent

Did the noble gas that is neon aspire to be a sign in a bar? Did the hydrocarbons that make up freon conspire to cool my car? Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, January 28, 2008

Some days (series 2)

On days when the sky falls like melted glass, and I take my brights for a walk, and the rejection slip in my head is particularly brutal, it's time to hunker down, warm my harmonica over a campfire and drink a cup of lonesome. —Sarah Torribo Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, January 27, 2008

Some days

some days my lips give birth to a smile other days my thirsty cheeks drink tears from my eyes most days I keep still, fingers folding my hopes— bolts of velvet, silk and brocade —Sarah Torribio Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, January 25, 2008

Surf-rock Genesis

In the beginning was the word. And the word, I'm told, is bird. Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, January 24, 2008

The poker dealer (a romance in my head)

I've got twenty-six good reasons I should stay another round. I'm flushing pink with pleasure and I've bet another pound. What a pair we make! (your deal, my take) I'm feeling rather warm. My wink means I need queen of hearts—oblige me, it's good form! Sign in to see full entry.

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Petals (a song)

V. 1 I pull apart my petals to see what lies between. Does anything remain without you as the center of my dreams? I'm face to face with now, it's yesterday that makes no sense. You loved me, then you loved me not. I just can't hold on to loving you past tense. chorus: I've been tossed aside and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, January 23, 2008

The festival of the cuckoo clock

A little bird peeps its head out the door of a polyresin chalet. Clock hands wave to its mechanized cries, while pine pendulums join the ballet. Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, January 17, 2008

Drive

Highway at night— a thousand brakelights send me valentines Sign in to see full entry.

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