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ErdBlog: Thoughts with vacuuming
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This is Life. Jump in! Saturday, November 28, 2009. I cannot make you see what. Making a spectacle of myself. In front of the wilting lettuce,. The red-felt bowl of shriveled ginger and. I collect myself in the untraveled. Spaces behind opened doors,. Along the distance of the floor,. Beneath the walls and. Joined with the quietly breathing dust. Mites and wispy balls of hair set. Into the corners of our conversations. By the daily unsung motions. The blood clot lints spun from small. Pushed by brooms and.
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ErdBlog: We are breathing together
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This is Life. Jump in! Tuesday, January 19, 2010. We are breathing together. Some queer thirst for your. Name inspires your initials on a passing car;. Your impression in place maps. And miscellaneous unintended elements. I tried to extricate every bit of you. But the very word itself,. A careless incantation and then a sharp. Always in a car,. And your name calls me. I am faced with an internal and also. Transpersonal journey, wandering between a. Wish to banish my foolishness from my waking.
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ErdBlog: We share the wall between us
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This is Life. Jump in! Sunday, December 6, 2009. We share the wall between us. Though that is nothing strange for us,. Disturbed my day of rest. Inserted me in your unquiet. I never thought to. See you in a state of rage. But more like it was your way. It sounded like a language. You were apt to use fluently,. Over coffee I heard frequently,. Shut the F(lahdeedah) up! I thought while I adjusted to. The clean and silent sunlight displayed. That the two of you were outside. And from across the way,. Moans ...
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ErdBlog: Or is gender-blender better?
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This is Life. Jump in! Thursday, December 10, 2009. Or is gender-blender better? I glared slightly at the pants-less Dancer,. Offering no words but a quick change in my. Facial posture, a quiet "no" in the twist of my head,. A back-off when he shimmied up to. Me in the dark. Content to stand with. Arms down at my side, occasional. Conversations with other dark forms,. Declining to gain much attention. I think he dances for me all the time. But I turn toward other things;. My virtuosic motions confined.
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ErdBlog: What are the consolations within his blessed mercies?
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This is Life. Jump in! Monday, August 23, 2010. What are the consolations within his blessed mercies? Strike the empty resonance. With all the pairing opposites-. So much like all the others. Really it would have been something. If an occasional affirmation had. Loosed from any of your lips,. Could have made the difference. A burning forward at my chest. No more now than a rumor. No senses from suffering. Heart unbroken, unresonant. Like a collection of all the others. All of them,. Abandoned to the air.
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ErdBlog: Love waits for us to find
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This is Life. Jump in! Sunday, November 29, 2009. Love waits for us to find. I stepped in a bit of love. On my way home when. I wasn't in my normal stride. To be waiting there for me. As I stepped off of the sidewalk. And into the gutter. A mounded reconstitution of rain. Like a dog pile ready to fill my world. With a squishy pungent odor. Now that I have the stain. I cannot gain its absence. Love and my existence has not. Been lately discovered but with me. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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ErdBlog: Disgorging the poem I owe
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This is Life. Jump in! Monday, January 4, 2010. Disgorging the poem I owe. Warm and quick it jumped from. My open mouth displaying itself. Across my sweater and guzzled down into. My fuzzy pajama bottoms. I was left with a surprise at my. Loss of bodily control, so unlike the. Commands I normally issue. Was I too young still to know when I'd. The last time I had submitted to extreme. Gastric exodus I was a skinnier 14, no longer. Subject to the monthly migraines; coming home. Beyond my body then. I had t...
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ErdBlog: Cosmic parking tickets
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This is Life. Jump in! Tuesday, October 6, 2009. She left a ticket underneath my wiper. While I was sitting with coffee. And an open notebook. She was also writing,. Citing the squandering of my gifts. And assigning a fine:. The continued dissatisfaction with my life. And everything in it. She put a smiley face after her signature. How was I to know what the meter maid. Had secreted inside the searing yellow envelope,. Violation" displayed boldly across the outside? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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ErdBlog: Membership quotients
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This is Life. Jump in! Friday, October 9, 2009. The scores I possess for entry. To Mensa are non-applicable. According to the website's lists. I pondered submitting the money. For a home test in order to better. Understand what the local society's tests. The smartest person I know says the. Sample questions in the work books she has. Entertained herself with are beyond even her. I think in my whole life the only IQ test I've take. Was practice for a neighbor who was studying. And garners more benefits.
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ErdBlog: Can we deny our basic natures?
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This is Life. Jump in! Tuesday, March 2, 2010. Can we deny our basic natures? I know that they say. Pacing over each other. Roaring down the speeding. Circuits of our anger and acquisitions. I see it too,. Salivating mouths, glazed-over eyes. Though accidents and crises in the. Blood and violence medicating. Our empty spaces, rapacious desecrations. Churning beneath our smiles,. Parking spots are war zones. Text and cyber messages our bullets. So have I given feed to the ferocious. A Yarn store in Salem?