May 2009
19 posts
May 26th
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May 25th
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Amanda, You are loved. Heather
May 25th
POLL: Would you rather have 5-6 posts each Monday...
May 19th
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May 19th
May 19th
May 19th
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The Cruelty of Strangers
A guy made fun of my heart today he called it an apple. i don’t understand this human compulsion towards cruelty would i ever make fun of a tattoo i didn’t know, waiting for food in the bagel shop? no. i am never mean to strangers. i save it for people i know, the deserving. you i would not hit or punch or smack but i would like to watch someone else do it not a stranger but a girl,...
May 18th
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May 18th
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May 18th
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I Would Remain by Night with You
I would remain by night with you who, having held me once, wrapped everything I knew into my sleeping body’s hold and held fast and stayed. You shuttled in sleep against me and away, not sleeping, beached and exhausted by wine and rushes from another life whose body my body meant to alter. But I am wayfaring and recently wrecked; I understand the cost of pulling free from what once loved...
May 18th
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BEFORE EVERYTHING IS OVER
before everything is over i would like to make love to you the same number of times as a gentleman knocking on a door that will never open for him. the same number of times a mirror fails to reflect the spirit of a ruined man. the same number of times a young woman discovers in the middle of a noisy party that she is alone. i would like to make love to you like a man leaning his face from the...
May 12th
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May 12th
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May 12th
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TEN THOUSAND
It is dusk. The birds sweep low to the lake and then dive up. The wind picks a few leaves off the ground and turns them into wheels that roll a little way and then collapse. There’s nothing like branches planted against the sky to remind you of the feel of your feet on the earth, the way your hands sometimes touch each other. All those memories, you wouldn’t want them over again,...
May 12th
May 12th
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May 5th
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Gee, You're So Beautiful that it's Starting to...
Oh, Marcia, I want your long blonde beauty to be taught in high school, so kids will learn that God lives like music in the skin and sounds like a sunshine harpsicord. I want high school report cards to look like this: Playing with Gentle Glass Things A Computer Magic A Writing Letters to Those You Love A Finding out about Fish A Marcia’s Long Blonde Beauty A+! - Richard...
May 4th
May 4th