A Letter to Andre Breton, Originally Composed on a Leaf of Lettuce With an Ink-dipped Carrot |
3/06/07
As I lie here on my bed, with my green comforter
draped over my knees like a lumpy turtle, I think
about the Berlin Wall of years that separates us.
In my own life, the years are beginning ...
Posted by Jarod Kintz on Thu, 22 Mar 2007 12:16:00 PST |
Wildlife Furniture, a Poem |
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In the corner of my couch, a cockroach lives,
eating crumbs like a starving seventeenth-century sailor.
Light filters through the cushions
like a fistful of fireflies in a dark cave.
&...
Posted by Jarod Kintz on Sun, 11 Mar 2007 12:28:00 PST |
The Chair, a poem |
To you, who made the archaic wooden chair look like a throne while you sat on it. Amidst your absence, I choose to sit on the floor, which is dusty as a dry Kansas day.I am stoic as a statue of B...
Posted by Jarod Kintz on Wed, 07 Feb 2007 08:22:00 PST |
The Great Storm of '99 |
All the townsfolk remember the rainstorm of '99. How could they not? It rained for weeks, and the rain drops seemed to be the size of buckets. I know, because each drop would fill up an entire bucket....
Posted by Jarod Kintz on Fri, 29 Dec 2006 09:03:00 PST |
My New website! |
Yay! My new website is now fully functioning. All my blogs and random thoughts are now on jarodkintz.com, so click the link and check it out.
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Posted by Jarod Kintz on Sun, 26 Nov 2006 01:15:00 PST |
