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Friday, September 30, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
The Grove Park Inn
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Sunday, September 25, 2011
Tupelo Honey Cafe
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Saturday, September 24, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Up and At 'Em
My poem Native America(n) is up at A Clean, Well-Lighted Place! Please to enjoy and all that nonsense.
Friday, September 09, 2011
Making Out With The Mailman
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Thursday, September 08, 2011
Memories of Heat
For L.
Back then we climbed
a split rail fence
shinnied sixteen-year-old
limbs onto a tarred black
porch roof, stripped naked
and laid our fulsome bodies
down until the heat drove
us elsewhere. It was 1980.
We both had decade old
domestic skin melting scars.
The coffee. The ironing.
Accidental warming
beyond our control.
We took physics and learned
that heat is an entity.
There is no such thing as cold.
Back then we climbed
a split rail fence
shinnied sixteen-year-old
limbs onto a tarred black
porch roof, stripped naked
and laid our fulsome bodies
down until the heat drove
us elsewhere. It was 1980.
We both had decade old
domestic skin melting scars.
The coffee. The ironing.
Accidental warming
beyond our control.
We took physics and learned
that heat is an entity.
There is no such thing as cold.
Tuesday, September 06, 2011
Sunday, September 04, 2011
Friday, September 02, 2011
Hunger
My lone goat Bud is growing a garden, pumpkins, tomatoes, mint, a gourd or two. Various things I gave her that she didn't feel like eating. She keeps everything nicely weeded. Last night Sylvia came to the back door with half of a ripe cantaloupe in her mouth. This is all true.
Thursday, September 01, 2011
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