New and Sorta New |
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Posted by on Sun, 27 Jul 2008 21:13:00 GMT |
Stamina |
3 small pictures
of people
who love to play
until
they
fall
down.
Posted by on Thu, 22 Nov 2007 16:58:00 GMT |
Drink bleach. |
To my mild dismay, no less than five of my closest friends have simultaneously and individually decided to STOP DRINKING. They share common reasons: health, boredom, new meds, virility, fi...
Posted by on Sat, 03 Nov 2007 08:54:00 GMT |
Acupuncture |
A few weeks ago, a 31 year old Chinese woman found blood in her urine and went to the emergency room. Doctors discovered 26 needles scattered through her body that had been inside her a long l...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Sep 2007 07:24:00 GMT |
An argument for both sides |
"As long as human beings can sit and watch with hands folded while their fellow men are tortured and butchered, so long will civilization be a hollow mockery, a wordy phantom suspended like a mirage a...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Sep 2007 07:58:00 GMT |
Joseph Cornell (versus mediocrity) |
For a little while, "altered art" projects tempted me to try scissors and glue at an altered book, or box, or screen.
But after googling "altered art," I see amateur DIY kids and housewives lon...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Aug 2007 13:27:00 GMT |
Abortus |
Abortus (a poem)
AbortusThe unwanted offspring of affection,friendship's mutant child;love languishes inside me,fetal, malnourished, untended.Fantasies of nurture and growthwithered these past days...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Aug 2007 21:56:00 GMT |
1824 (revised) |
Stonewall Jackson was
born that year;
Lord Byron died.
The patriarch oak grew.
Australia was new;
Burma at war.
Saint Petersburg flooded and killed 200.
The patriarch oak didn't know.
A ...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Jul 2007 04:52:00 GMT |
Yesterday At Good Will |
Yesterday at Good Will (is it two words? Goodwill doesn't look right.) Anyway, yesterday at a crowded Good Will, a plump grandmother and her 12 year old granddaughter were shopping near me, talki...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Jul 2007 23:18:00 GMT |
Untitled (warning: it's a poem.) |
Falling out of touchis slipping off the page.Sinking teeth into blank spacetears time apart,rips airfrom our lungs;we used to breathe together.I've been busyI've been sickI've be...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Jul 2007 22:59:00 GMT |
