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theGester's Court: Extraction
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Monday, March 8, 2010. There’s a sliver of me that wishes. That I could extract you—. I’d find the precise connections. And with steady hand rend the fibers. Of your being that I have woven. Into my very fabric:. Pull your ever winding strings. Out of my eyes,. Ball them up in an enormous pile and. 8212;but I know I’d fall to pieces. March 21, 2010 at 8:34 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). LOOK WHAT I HAVE WROUGHT! Sir, some identification please. Western New York, United States.
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theGester's Court: Brokenness
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Tuesday, February 24, 2009. When I was eight I fell out of a tree. I had climbed over knuckles,. Through joints and straddling crotches and. Made my way to where, from the ground, I was a ghost,. A rustle of leaves that emanated from no figure or form. Up in the branches,. I was king and queen and jester. Ruling over a royal court. That swayed and creaked and bowed at my will. Early the next morning I summoned the sun,. Then I beckoned the wind,. I called for a dance. Then I bowed to the branches,.
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theGester's Court: When I Watch
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Thursday, March 31, 2011. When I watch TV and listen to the news,. When I watch them strong, united,. I want to put on a head scarf and. Live in a makeshift tent in a square. When I watch the wounded,. I wish I could face down a rubber bullet or two. Armed with witty signs and. The warmth of a hundred thousand neighbors. When I watch goliaths fall. I want to stand up against an oppressive regime. I wish I could relay my outrage. In 140 character machine gun bursts. So they could watch me. But I march on;.
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theGester's Court: 3/27/11 - 4/3/11
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Thursday, March 31, 2011. When I watch TV and listen to the news,. When I watch them strong, united,. I want to put on a head scarf and. Live in a makeshift tent in a square. When I watch the wounded,. I wish I could face down a rubber bullet or two. Armed with witty signs and. The warmth of a hundred thousand neighbors. When I watch goliaths fall. I want to stand up against an oppressive regime. I wish I could relay my outrage. In 140 character machine gun bursts. So they could watch me. But I march on;.
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theGester's Court: 11/16/08 - 11/23/08
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Wednesday, November 19, 2008. No matter how I am feeling, food is always an expression of self. Whether I am keyed on an unhealthy passion for a single ingredient, or I am longing to create the perfect plate, I will always see the food I cook as an extension of who I am towards those I love. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). LOOK WHAT I HAVE WROUGHT! Sir, some identification please. Western New York, United States. View my complete profile. Meander Here and There. We Have To Murder Perez Hilton's Face.
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theGester's Court: 12/7/08 - 12/14/08
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Friday, December 12, 2008. How do you think Cinderella felt. On her first day in the castle? Do you think she was cool with all her handmaids? Do you think she took the elaborate ball gowns. And sumptuous feasts in stride? I think this beautiful. About her new found wealth. I mean, sure,. She loved the prince. And she loved not having to scrub the floors. And the slippers, damn, how dainty. But, how quickly could she forget her neighbors in their meager drafty dwellings? I don’t think she could,. Meander...
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theGester's Court: Finding
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Tuesday, March 9, 2010. I know I should stop looking. For things where I know they’re not. The keys are not on the dining room table. My reading glasses are not on the bed stand. No matter how sure I am that that is where I left them. I’ve combed the clutter on the table. I’ve inspected the bed stand and behind. And after a sweep around the house I return. To still find missing what I know isn’t there. The keys are not on the dining room table. My reading glasses are not on the bed stand. Happiness my wi...
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theGester's Court: 12/20/09 - 12/27/09
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Thursday, December 24, 2009. Months ago, when I heard sonorous voices explain how when we remember, we actually chemically reconstruct the moment in our brain, that we are there experiencing the instant we first slotted away sounds and images and emotions, I was amused. When I close my eyes and think about our fist kiss, I’m there, reliving it, my arm around you as you turn to look at me, close your eyes, purse your lips. Now, with you gone, I’m petrified to recall your face. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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theGester's Court: 3/7/10 - 3/14/10
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Tuesday, March 9, 2010. I know I should stop looking. For things where I know they’re not. The keys are not on the dining room table. My reading glasses are not on the bed stand. No matter how sure I am that that is where I left them. I’ve combed the clutter on the table. I’ve inspected the bed stand and behind. And after a sweep around the house I return. To still find missing what I know isn’t there. The keys are not on the dining room table. My reading glasses are not on the bed stand. Happiness my wi...
