Month: May 2012
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Ask the Oracle
This is a pretty cool link from Rebecca Loudon’s blog. The best way to find out about your life anyway is to read poems. That’s what I think anyway. When I went I didn’t have a particular question so cleared my mind as they said I should do. Here’s my deal – sometimes love is…
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Gather Kindling Issue 5
There’s finally a link to purchase Gather Kindling Issue 5. I still haven’t seen it yet, but I have all the faith in the world that it lingers like spilled cologne. Did I mention that Pat’s cologne peed all over our suitcase and on my pants that I’m wearing today and I didn’t realize until…
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Philafelphia
We got away this weekend, thank god, a late birthday present for Pat and went to a Phillies game against the Red Sox on Friday. We arrived late, but saw 2 homeruns and ate like college students and drank $8 beer. Heaven. And then we went out to South street at midnight and watched all…
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Dream fragments
Last night I had a dream I was pulling a giant sliver from the bottom of my foot. I don’t remember any pain, but Pat was there watching me squeeze this sharp, brown pin with my thumbs. I was able to extract the entire thing without it breaking in two. Quick and easy. Only I…
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Neil's wheelless 19
19. May 20. 2012 Sic transit Neil. I got an email from Fadime. Neil is under her care, again. The photos and her email says it all. -Steve Hello Julie, Neil and I are visiting my family in Pozanti, a town an hour far from Adana. Neil loves the mountains around the town. You will…
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Neil's wheelless 18
18. May 17, 2012 Attention Neil stalkers: Neil stays true to his pattern. He continues to talk with anyone that he can. He has had conversations with: -an Indonesian couple who were on vacation from their work in Dubai, -a Taiwanese lady with a broken ankle in a walking cast, -a shopkeeper who told him…
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My body's revolt
I was productive this morning for about 20 minutes. And already I’ve hit a before noon wall. That picture of the iris with it’s head flopped over – that’s how I feel today. I wouldn’t mind being a flopped over iris today if it meant I could lay in the sun in the dirt in…
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Devotion, in my book
Hanging laundry on the line, the bells extended over the row houses into my square, sunlit yard. Why were they reaching out now, I wondered? To tell me it was noon? Church has never been a welcome place for me. I equated it with mild punishment. I saw the hippocracy early on – my alcoholic…