The Barbie Doll Test |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YOHbtM9463c Posted by on Tue, 09 Jun 2009 18:23:00 GMT |
My Son is Too Small (poem) |
My Son is Too Smallfor Deen
This one, friends say,
finally looks like me,skin nearly translucent
compared to the almond shellsof our other two... Posted by on Wed, 22 Apr 2009 21:10:00 GMT |
Dear Men (poem) |
Dear Men: Thank you for lighting my cigar on the hilltop at midnight when I was 16 and my first girlfriend dumped me on prom night for the backseat of a football player's Chevy Blazer. An... Posted by on Sun, 14 Dec 2008 21:32:00 GMT |
It Just Happened (poem) |
It Just Happened If he says it just happened, ask him if her hair unbraided itself if her lips detached from her innocent face and suctioned his tongue like leeches before he had a ch... Posted by on Sun, 19 Oct 2008 04:55:00 GMT |
A Star is Born: A Poem in Three Acts |
A Star is Born: A Poem in Three Acts by Sam PierstorffDedicated to the 50th Anniversary & Renovation of the Performing & Media Arts Center at Modesto Junior College, August 22, 2008 ... Posted by on Fri, 26 Sep 2008 06:05:00 GMT |
Mom to the 3rd Power (poem) |
Mom to the 3rd Powerfor my wife, RuhiNow that he understands that there's a tiny child inflating inside the balloon of your belly,I tell our oldest son when he misbehavesthat I have kept the receipt ... Posted by on Sun, 24 Aug 2008 03:59:00 GMT |
Make Dua For Me 3 (fiction) |
THIRTY-ONE As the three of us watched an L.A. Lakers game on my father's 13" television, Yusef remarked about Kareem Abdul-Jabbar's name. "It's a great thing to read Abdul-Jabbar on a jersey,... Posted by on Tue, 24 Jun 2008 02:37:00 GMT |
Can You Dig It? Tribute to American Graffiti (poem) |
Can You Dig it? A Tribute Poem for American Graffiti by Sam Pierstorff, City of Modesto's Poet Laureate, 2004-2008 If you unearth ... Posted by on Mon, 26 May 2008 05:45:00 GMT |
Make Du’a For Me 2 (fiction) |
We were standing at the opening of another giant covered market, Souk El-Hamidiyeh. The massive iron roof was riddled with ancient bullet holes, and diagonal spears of sunlight pierced the groun... Posted by on Tue, 20 May 2008 22:58:00 GMT |
Make Du’a For Me (fiction) |
TWENTY-ONE Yusef and I were getting used to being on our own, walking to the mosque and back and buying sodas at the corner store, but in Syria if you wanted a Pepsi, you asked for a Bebsi because ... Posted by on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 23:44:00 GMT |