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  • Happy Easter little children

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    Scariest Easter Bunnies EVER Pat told me once that the Easter Bunny in the mall in PA didn’t wear underpants when she was in her costume. Enough said. Oops, I mean she didn’t wear pants – same difference.

  • Sidewalk Art

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    Where did all the spots come from? Oil and gum. Soda and spit stained with tobacco. Piss and shit. Sun and red rain dyed with dirt. The sidewalk looks like skin – human almost as if everything we create – even baby dolls, poetry, concrete – is a reflection of ourselves.

  • Untitled affairs

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    In what universe could we exist the way we did – bumping our shadows together like flint? pressing the amber mosquito that bled us dry? We preserved nothing – made no walls tools rules We created nothing – made no paths or porch lights calling us home. My tongue leeched your tongue – a dying…

  • Mua muaa mua

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    I’m feeling quiet today. I’ve been feeling quiet. Last night Pat and I were talking in bed and just as I was rearranging myself into a more comfortable position he said – mua muaa mua. It only took a short delay for my brain to realize it was “I love you”. Isn’t that strange –…

  • What's your story?

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    “We’re not on our journey to save the world, but to save ourselves. And in doing that you save the world.” Joseph Campbell. Finding Joe – Trailer V.7 from pat solomon on Vimeo. Every month a group called Creative Mornings brings speakers in who are, well, creatives. This morning I heard a speaker from an…

  • sprIng (the I is my middle finger)

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    I’ve been thrown into a box full of pollen grass clippings cat dander blooming yellow fucking bushes dirt Dirt DIRT Desert dirt a city rolled like a filthy dog in dirt all shook up over around a vacuum exploding. I took medicine. Nope. It’s warming up. I could feel sweat walking from the train, the…

  • The Pendulum

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    I have a love hate with this blog as I have a love hate with certain people as I have a love hate with writing and myself and the desert and one could even say ice cream. When I was still in college, I heard the Dalai Lama speak in Sun Valley, Idaho and he…

  • Checking in

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    I’ve been away! Obviously. Or not so obviously. But I did leave without saying anything because, well, I couldn’t say anything! We were throwing my mom a 60th surprise party and I couldn’t spill the beans. We ate too much cake, drank too much beer (or I did) and devoured A LOT of BBQ –…

  • Seemed like great people

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    Walking to the light rail this morning a wheel-chair bound woman stalled in front of me. I expected her to ask for money like all uncaring city-folk in mustard yellow dresses with smartphones expect women who look like her to do. Her dirt-stains left rings around her body – halos or disease; her hair stringy;…

  • Let them go

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    I had a dream last night that airplanes manufactured as dolphins were turning tricks in the sky. And in them, once they landed, were professionals putting on a job fair. At first, I was shy, but eventually with a little coaxing from Pat, I found the writer among them. He was a tall man wearing…