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a poem a day for a year: three limericks from modern british novel
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A poem a day for a year. Monday, February 2, 2009. Three limericks from modern british novel. Today's is the rich red of cabernet wine. Dotted with dollops of salt strained from brine. Furled and furrowed, each ruffle. Like a viennese truffle. And tied tight enough to halt passage of time. Humans are cruel by nature," says the girl over there,. Setting her jaw against the pastoral air. The tin-pail plash at tess's milking station. Echoes the melancholy of predestination:. Guy in green, nodding off.
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a poem a day for a year: why m. carries a nail file in her purse
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A poem a day for a year. Saturday, February 14, 2009. Why m carries a nail file in her purse. Once i was flying. I was flying in a plane eating yogurt. I was flying in a plane eating yogurt. It got on my pants. I was on a plane. Yogurt splat all over my pants. Her voice is as pretty as annie druyan's. My friends are rolling in a rocket ship. The sky is a crepuscular prepubescent and the city's so happy. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Get more of us. Why m carries a nail file in her purse.
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a poem a day for a year: haikus from guest poets (originally because we thought jeremy was drunk on a floor somewhere in new york) (he was. but now it is my day anyway)
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A poem a day for a year. Sunday, February 8, 2009. Haikus from guest poets (originally because we thought jeremy was drunk on a floor somewhere in new york) (he was. but now it is my day anyway). Shoulda woulda coulda put a ring on it. I ask, you say no. You think you can find better. Oh silly boy, boo. That was dick, guy. Panty-toucher: i'm short, and. You get mildewed clothes. This one's about swing dancing and learning that i will probably always have to take the lead for the rest of my life.
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a poem a day for a year: hiatus
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A poem a day for a year. Friday, February 20, 2009. We are taking a short hiatus in order to unsnarl some kinks in our big, messy, busy lives. Haven't you noticed a decline in the quality of our writings in recent weeks? We will resume with day-counting, when we feel ready, as if nothing had happened. This is okay because we make the rules. Labels: not a poem. Whereever will I go for my daily dose of poetic ear tickling? February 21, 2009 at 6:14 PM. I will not let you forget! February 22, 2009 at 3:09 PM.
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a poem a day for a year: Personhood
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A poem a day for a year. Wednesday, February 11, 2009. With the Canadian geese. Into the dark blue. She'll be back next year. With earrings in her ears. And a penchant for pop. Jj i think you mean "penchant". February 11, 2009 at 6:04 PM. February 11, 2009 at 6:09 PM. So charmed by this poem. February 12, 2009 at 7:41 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Get more of us. Why m carries a nail file in her purse. Haikus from guest poets (originally because we tho. All I can do is write a haiku.
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a poem a day for a year: soy nugget limerick
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A poem a day for a year. Wednesday, February 18, 2009. More paltry than poultry, without that bloodshot gloss-. Yet they taste like chicken, and i'm at a loss. Ok, ate pizza monday. whatever, was free). But oh, these are so good slathered in bbq sauce. Ewww i hate dining hall bbq sauce. last years was immeasurably superior. February 19, 2009 at 3:55 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Get more of us. Why m carries a nail file in her purse. Haikus from guest poets (originally because we tho.
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a poem a day for a year: February 2009
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A poem a day for a year. Friday, February 20, 2009. We are taking a short hiatus in order to unsnarl some kinks in our big, messy, busy lives. Haven't you noticed a decline in the quality of our writings in recent weeks? We will resume with day-counting, when we feel ready, as if nothing had happened. This is okay because we make the rules. Labels: not a poem. Wednesday, February 18, 2009. More paltry than poultry, without that bloodshot gloss-. Yet they taste like chicken, and i'm at a loss. I was on a ...
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a poem a day for a year: All I can do is write a haiku
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A poem a day for a year. Saturday, February 7, 2009. All I can do is write a haiku. In a poncho oh yeah man. Oops this is real bad. Ya dead to me boy. February 8, 2009 at 12:00 AM. February 8, 2009 at 3:12 AM. February 8, 2009 at 12:47 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Get more of us. Why m carries a nail file in her purse. Haikus from guest poets (originally because we tho. All I can do is write a haiku. List of implements we used to pop the cork. 25 across (2 wds): Jungian key phrase, of social p.
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a poem a day for a year: CIA scramble
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A poem a day for a year. Monday, February 16, 2009. In front of three marlene dumas squelettes, a kindergartener. Tramples her fluffy stuffed reindeer. the top of her head. Only reaches the shortest corpse's pelvis, where it clutches. A muskrat, ominous. mid-hopscotch, she looks me. In the eye and says, "if i kept walking, i would crash. Straight into the ocean." you'll crash either way, i want. To tell her, then realize i am crippled and old. Written in my head standing up. Get more of us.
