Month: February 2012
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The Daily Rumpus: an excerpt
“I try to avoid arguments, I don’t want to live my life being against, but that’s what happens. I was with a girl, not so long ago, and she was against so much. The hats people were wearing and the books they were trying to write. I felt my life slipping from my chest as…
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Museum of Broken Relationships
What happens to the other side of love? We make it, we can break it. And like abandoned buildings, ghosts towns – there are pieces left that are lost and unwanted. On display
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(Family warning) Once a boy told me he loved me after a month and I knew he was full of shit…
…but I blew him anyway. There was not enough scalding water in the world to wash him away from my body. (Family warning over) Love IS the old couple in the Wegmans parking lot walking up to their early ’90s Ford sedan; the woman saying “I thought we were taking the Jaguar today?” and giggling…
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License plates have ruined my road rage
I never used to have an issue with yelling at people for making severely illegal U-Turns, left turns, one way turns, red light runs, yellow light stops; for driving too slow, driving too fast, not using provided left turn lanes, not turning right on red, riding the stripes. But now everyone has these specialized plates…
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Thoughts?
Anyone have any thoughts about small presses, writing contests – to enter or not to enter a listing that probably every other poet on the planet is looking at?
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Periodic table of waiting
I’m feeling sort of lonely and weepy minus the tears and desperately wanting some event, any life changing event to knock on my door and change my direction. Nothing bad, but an opportunity. A job, a person, an experience, a will. I’m bored. Mind blank and scouring the internet for my next big thing. But…
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Be a kid again
I captured something. A camera flash. 20 seconds of human nothing that I’ll remember until I forget. But that’s why I’m here. That’s why my fingers are clicking in the most annoying way on the keyboard. It was nothing monumental just two brothers each holding a small dog on a leash. The first brother, older,…
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Living with a diva
My bitch cat wouldn’t come off the balcony this morning and it’s freezing – 26 degrees, but sunny – I certainly couldn’t leave the door open all day for her prissy ass to mosey in as she pleased. You want to be outside, Tula, you can be outside! I left her food and water –…
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Artistic integrity
I got my first Letter in the Mail from Marie Calloway. I’m not quite sure what to think of her – but can you really learn who a person is from Google? Maybe… What was most curious is how someone so young is known enough to be a part of such a “scene.” She’s 21…
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Do I measure up against your life?
I saw a squirrel climbing. That was it, the great line I came up with this morning on the way to work. Deep thoughts. And actually the squirrel wasn’t climbing at all, it was suspended, just hanging onto the bark like an ornament or moss. People around here remind me of food. Do they remind…