A Haiku |
Rain drops a thousandparatroopers; march towarda common channel. Posted by on Fri, 11 Apr 2008 12:33:00 GMT |
A Culinarian's Dis(Crash)course: Frag(rance)ments |
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A Culinarian's Dis(Crash)course:
Frag(rance)ments
"Separating out the Yokels."
Folding
The ... Posted by on Mon, 11 Jun 2007 13:05:00 GMT |
My trip to the doctor - A poem... of sorts... |
After the initial
seven shots
of Lidocaine-
an alternative to Novocaine -
(the pain from which
had little to do
with puncturing
and more to do
with the hot, seering
burning sensation
from the se... Posted by on Wed, 25 Apr 2007 18:32:00 GMT |
The "Mother Nature's a Tease" poem without a title |
Damn Dogwood Winter
it was 80 3 days
ago.Now
between columns
of smoke
like apparitions
conjured in the night,
clouds
of condensation
form. My bleary eyes
blur
the ember
-tipped camel.
&nb... Posted by on Wed, 25 Apr 2007 18:22:00 GMT |
Thoughts From A Park Bench Overlooking A Man-Made Body Of Water |
We are all bugsHovering above the Big LakeWishing to dive-bombOur own images Some to shatter,Others to seeWhat's really inside themselvesBeneath the murk.But really, why should we even give a fuck? Posted by on Mon, 25 Sep 2006 20:02:00 GMT |
Chair 8 ::: The Lesson |
Chair 8 ::: The Lesson (Ode to Louis Zukofsky) The navy chairwhich sits at rest at the fro... Posted by on Mon, 21 Aug 2006 16:46:00 GMT |
Blog Tag |
Okay, here are the rules. Once you've been tagged, you have to write a blog with six weird things/habits about yourself. Then you need to pick six other people to tag and list their names. You need t... Posted by on Sun, 11 Jun 2006 22:39:00 GMT |
"Dove-r"... or "Wings of a Feather" <---that's the full title |
Christopher R> Blair
Posted by on Wed, 12 Apr 2006 00:27:00 GMT |
We Always Ruined Games That Way |
We Always Ruined Games That Way
I was it
and she submitted
willingly.
So I tagged her.
"Olly-olly-oxenfree!"
Woo-wee!
She was where I knew she'd be,
back behind the burned-out trailer ... Posted by on Sat, 25 Feb 2006 23:56:00 GMT |
Food, Sex, Death and Their Correlations |
Food, Sex, Death and Their Correlations
"Four biscuits for me"
said he,
while she
who sits beside,
describes feminine cravings
stemming from a P.M.S. mind.
"They have biscuits!"
but sh... Posted by on Tue, 07 Feb 2006 00:12:00 GMT |