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Tales from the Vending Machine: June 2008
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Tales from the Vending Machine. Every year, Tod Caviness turns a handful of talented, sensitive poets into trained monkeys at the Fringe Poetry Vending Machine. Theatre patrons and random drunks at the Orlando Fringe give them a title and three words. This is what they give back. Sunday, June 29, 2008. It was a Scrabble game that started it:. Pops put down the squares for DANDLE. It means to pet or fondle, the old man insisted. The Hell it does, replied his seed, and just like that. His mouth as steam.
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Tales from the Vending Machine: Blue is the Color of the Sky on Tuesday
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Tales from the Vending Machine. Every year, Tod Caviness turns a handful of talented, sensitive poets into trained monkeys at the Fringe Poetry Vending Machine. Theatre patrons and random drunks at the Orlando Fringe give them a title and three words. This is what they give back. Sunday, June 14, 2009. Blue is the Color of the Sky on Tuesday. She was the giving kind. As she wondered at lunchtime. In the shadow of the storm. As she stared at the wayward clouds. When they looked down:. And parking lots,.
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Tales from the Vending Machine: The Pickleotopus Monster
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Tales from the Vending Machine. Every year, Tod Caviness turns a handful of talented, sensitive poets into trained monkeys at the Fringe Poetry Vending Machine. Theatre patrons and random drunks at the Orlando Fringe give them a title and three words. This is what they give back. Monday, June 22, 2009. Down in the valley of Pickle Green,. Where the bumpy grass grows strong and tall,. And wind whistles through. With a scent so sweet and vinegary,. Blending in like bi-level chameleon,. In a tin foil hat,.
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Tales from the Vending Machine: Absence
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Tales from the Vending Machine. Every year, Tod Caviness turns a handful of talented, sensitive poets into trained monkeys at the Fringe Poetry Vending Machine. Theatre patrons and random drunks at the Orlando Fringe give them a title and three words. This is what they give back. Friday, June 19, 2009. The place could have been empty,. The other bodies could have been ghosts. Mixed with cigarette smoke,. And their eyes merely stars swaying. In the night sky. For me to watch you dance. Was a tease,. My de...
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Tales from the Vending Machine: Anna, What Fresh Hell Have You Brought Us?
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Tales from the Vending Machine. Every year, Tod Caviness turns a handful of talented, sensitive poets into trained monkeys at the Fringe Poetry Vending Machine. Theatre patrons and random drunks at the Orlando Fringe give them a title and three words. This is what they give back. Friday, June 12, 2009. Anna, What Fresh Hell Have You Brought Us? Tommy, Corey, and me. Our stomachs sank in unison when we saw her coming. A harmonic chord of utter despair. Played in the key of oh-fuck-major. Decades later I f...
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Tales from the Vending Machine: May 2009
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Tales from the Vending Machine. Every year, Tod Caviness turns a handful of talented, sensitive poets into trained monkeys at the Fringe Poetry Vending Machine. Theatre patrons and random drunks at the Orlando Fringe give them a title and three words. This is what they give back. Sunday, May 31, 2009. Flavors danced together in delicious revelry—. Peanut butter tangoed as. Chocolate chip cha-cha’d. At the salsa in the corner while. The Double chocolate chunk Twins. Are you…down with the swirl? The parkin...
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Tales from the Vending Machine: Grounding
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Tales from the Vending Machine. Every year, Tod Caviness turns a handful of talented, sensitive poets into trained monkeys at the Fringe Poetry Vending Machine. Theatre patrons and random drunks at the Orlando Fringe give them a title and three words. This is what they give back. Saturday, June 27, 2009. Speakeasy, that's who. October 11, 2013 at 5:47 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Legend of Spaz Humperdink, Duck Gynecologist. Blue is the Color of the Sky on Tuesday.
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Tales from the Vending Machine: September 2008
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Tales from the Vending Machine. Every year, Tod Caviness turns a handful of talented, sensitive poets into trained monkeys at the Fringe Poetry Vending Machine. Theatre patrons and random drunks at the Orlando Fringe give them a title and three words. This is what they give back. Saturday, September 27, 2008. Sky blue and burnt sienna crayola. On a piece of yellow construction paper,. Strafing x’s into the eyes. Checking its watch again,. Waiting on a lover. To come back home,. As she sniffs the flowers.
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Tales from the Vending Machine: The Legend of Spaz Humperdink, Duck Gynecologist
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Tales from the Vending Machine. Every year, Tod Caviness turns a handful of talented, sensitive poets into trained monkeys at the Fringe Poetry Vending Machine. Theatre patrons and random drunks at the Orlando Fringe give them a title and three words. This is what they give back. Thursday, June 18, 2009. The Legend of Spaz Humperdink, Duck Gynecologist. Anyone who has never been to. That porn studio on Old Dirty MacDonald’s Farm. Is a depraved degenerate. The walk alone brings you closer to God,. Then he...
