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mitchell

Gypsy robin, sweet Emma Rose, tell me everything I need to know.

About Me

A variable constant.

My Interests

Reading/Writing, music, guitar, NPR, the north shore of Lake Superior, coffee, hiking, peanut butter cookies, my childhood, banana bread, camping, snowshoeing, movies, avocados, Honey Bunches of Oats with Almonds.

I'd like to meet:

A talkative thumbprint on the underside of a handrail. Either that, or anybody from the 19th century.

Music:

The Beatles, Van Morrison, the Grateful Dead, Dylan.

Movies:

Casablanca, The Royal Tanenbaums, Goodfellas, The Last Waltz, Taxi Driver.

Television:

Conan O'Brien, MN Twins.

Books:

"To Kill a Mockingbird" by Harper Lee, "The Catcher in the Rye" by JD Salinger, anything by Hemingway, and the poetry of William Carlos Williams, Wallace Stevens, and the craziest poet of all, ee cummings.

Heroes:

Atticus Finch

My Blog

Two Poems

Anti-Horizons   Inventions do not exist, and these words are borrowed only to approximate, albeit poorly, the truth.   Energy upon the ever-present anti-horizons of is.   Latitude the...
Posted by mitchell on Wed, 30 Apr 2008 10:51:00 PST

What Comforts You

What Comforts You   The little corner forest of potted plants and hanging lights that you created in the bay window of your living room, is all at once a miracle world. Exceptional statues medita...
Posted by mitchell on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 09:28:00 PST

Through a Voice

Through a Voice   The incident was like silence in the mind the speckled red shell   of a ladybug upon the base of the lamp; all these bedrooms filled   with dim night lights, glowing ...
Posted by mitchell on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 07:54:00 PST

How Could I Say

How Could I Say   everything of which we have shared   has only been a small portion   of what I really wish to share with you   for example, everything.   ...
Posted by mitchell on Wed, 23 Apr 2008 10:46:00 PST

The Way of Things

The Way of Things   He stood and looked across the lake to the boat landing. He saw two miniature men, one   backing up the boat trailer, the other standing on the dock. The waves were small...
Posted by mitchell on Wed, 23 Apr 2008 10:44:00 PST

Within the Small Room and The Scene

Within the Small Room   Under the yellow glow of the desk lamp lies a piece of paper with the words "the infinite within" written across the top.   I've struggled to write even that  &...
Posted by mitchell on Mon, 21 Apr 2008 11:50:00 PST

A Sort of a Song

A Sort of a Song   Today she said something, And I know it's not love, But it's still feels good to call it that.   As I was driving home, Watching the stormy lake crash Into the ancient bas...
Posted by mitchell on Fri, 11 Apr 2008 07:12:00 PST

The Downfall of King Leo and His Nonsensical Tyranny

The Downfall of King Leo and his Nonsensical Tyranny   By Mitch Tavernier   (Trumpets sound)   (A narrator’s voice is heard, coughing and mumbling at first. Almost wheezing. B...
Posted by mitchell on Wed, 09 Apr 2008 09:32:00 PST

Saturday

Wicker Things   Remember Saturdays when we used to drive through the rain on an old county road to get to the garage sale;   We bought little things maybe homemade, or wicker, or spontaneo...
Posted by mitchell on Mon, 07 Apr 2008 01:10:00 PST

To Look Within

To Look Within   This stillness isn’t real there’s a candle lit on the edge of your nightstand,                pl...
Posted by mitchell on Sun, 06 Apr 2008 10:39:00 PST