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sleep until noon: Or whatever I find lying around...
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This is where you'll find all manner of things relating to Thomas Hoad. Note that there are no things. View the ongoing "Where Women Live" project here. Saturday, July 14, 2012. Or whatever I find lying around. To paint this winter. And all the essential colours. Creating the backdrop for sanity. Attempt at poor substitutes. Just to find some semblance of former normality. The words break upon the shoreline. To wear away the rocks to sand. My mouth hangs open when I pretend to speak. Dead-eyed, lethargic;.
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sleep until noon
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This is where you'll find all manner of things relating to Thomas Hoad. Note that there are no things. View the ongoing "Where Women Live" project here. Tuesday, July 10, 2012. Hair of flowers,. Body of sky's blue blues. So much white left to be filled. Colour I can't provide. Because I am not a painter. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). St Catharines, Ontario, Canada. View my complete profile. More by Thomas Hoad. With Emphasis on Happy by Thomas Hoad. Borrowed Life of a Poet by Thomas Hoad.
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sleep until noon: July 2011
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This is where you'll find all manner of things relating to Thomas Hoad. Note that there are no things. View the ongoing "Where Women Live" project here. Saturday, July 30, 2011. I'm a sack of broken eggs. They say I have strange eyes. Like a deaf-blind mute that still. Gives his senses a tickle. Thursday, July 14, 2011. Curled up on the floor where I belong. She searches for holes. In the sore floor beneath her;. Stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp. Wednesday, July 6, 2011. The strawberries are in season.
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sleep until noon: And I'm crazy for lovin' you...
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This is where you'll find all manner of things relating to Thomas Hoad. Note that there are no things. View the ongoing "Where Women Live" project here. Thursday, August 2, 2012. And I'm crazy for lovin' you. If I were the subject of a one of your songs, I'd be the poor man that brought you roses, not the rich fuck that tried to buy you. But really, I'd like to help you write a new song. And yeah, I know you're dead, but if the arts have taught me anything, it's never too late to be appreciated. I'm craz...
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nibble - a poetry magazine | oh, what a tangled website we weave… | Page 2
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Nibble – a poetry magazine. Oh, what a tangled website we weave…. Last chance at the $2 price. Bull;August 15, 2011 • Leave a Comment. Just because we don’t want any of you poetry lovers to miss out, we are extending the $2 price on jeff fleming’s new chap,. You can order through our website using paypal. Here are just some of the kind words we’ve heard about. Is beautiful and intriguing…will read it again and again. 8211; emerald scott. 8211; jason fisk. You really packed the heat! 8211; alan catlin.
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an historic issue | nibble - a poetry magazine
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Nibble – a poetry magazine. Oh, what a tangled website we weave…. As you can see by the amount of time that has passed since our last update, we have been working furiously: the 20th issue of. And a secret, amazing chapbook (more on that in another post). Those in the know know that the nibble. Copies are still available. But the real news is the soon to be published historic 20th issue of. Wow we made it to 20. We see a long road ahead. this thing will make it to 50…and even beyond. You are commenting u...
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sleep until noon: October 2011
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This is where you'll find all manner of things relating to Thomas Hoad. Note that there are no things. View the ongoing "Where Women Live" project here. Saturday, October 15, 2011. Ja, das ist mein teil. Displayed her breasts like hanging game. Fresh from the woods, arrows extracted,. But nobody could disagree that they'd be delicious. Over a roaring grill with the right sauce. I misted her with my eyes. And, glazed, [du riechst so gut];. She smelled like fields of honey bees. Saturday, October 8, 2011.
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August | 2011 | nibble - a poetry magazine
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Nibble – a poetry magazine. Oh, what a tangled website we weave…. Archive for August, 2011. No reason…just…you know. Bull; August 24, 2011 • Leave a Comment. Last chance at the $2 price. Bull; August 15, 2011 • Leave a Comment. Let’s just be clear here. Bull; August 12, 2011 • Leave a Comment. The end of an era. Bull; August 9, 2011 • Leave a Comment. The Bones of Saints Under Glass. A Handful of Stones. Blog at WordPress.com. Nibble – a poetry magazine. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.
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sleep until noon: Breathe the moon and eat the sun...
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This is where you'll find all manner of things relating to Thomas Hoad. Note that there are no things. View the ongoing "Where Women Live" project here. Friday, July 20, 2012. Breathe the moon and eat the sun. I was at the bar, getting your drink and it smelled like an odd combination of ass and rotting pussy. I now understand the name of the bar. But, I swear, Dan, I was invisible. BECAUSE, HANG ON! Aren't all bearded guys the SAME model action figure? This one's super karate chop action arm broke!
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