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Jenarchy: Poems: Haikus
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They filter through earthbound woes. Posted at 11:58 AM in Poems: Haikus. Sleep beckons at the wrong time. Never when it should. Posted at 08:23 PM in Poems: Haikus. Overheard at the Gym. To a client: "Thanksgiving. Is just one big cheat! Posted at 02:42 PM in Poems: Haikus. Before the day is out. Posted at 03:36 PM in Poems: Haikus.
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A Tickle in my Throat - Jenarchy
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Laquo; What the Sharper Image Catalogue Labels The Doorman's Umbrella. Finding the Beginning ». A Tickle in my Throat. In the post office today,. The woman behind the counter . I said, Oh, it sounds like you have my cough. She agreed, saying how the weather. Added to it, and I agreed. The man waiting for me to be done with her. At the register started coughing. You have the cough too,. I said with a smile. He did not want to be part of my Cough Club . And said with a bit of attitude,. Nothing you can do ...
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Jenarchy: Poems: BB
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BB grabs me in bed and says,. I jump up saying, Sounds good. Let me just brush my teeth,. Put my phone in the charger,. Refresh the cats water bowl,. Brush my hair,. Trim my toenails,. Check my last few emails,. Turn the airconditioner up,. Go to the bathroom,. Get a rasberry lime seltzer,. And take my meds. BB says, Thats not spontaneous! I say, I love being spontaneous! Lets get to it! Go put on your jammies, floss. Do another once over. At the spot where the cat threw up. BB says, Thats not romantic!
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Rowan - Jenarchy
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Laquo; Finding the Beginning. I pick up twelve-year-old Rowan from class . For his counseling session,. Taking him to the Martin Luther King room. I sit in a wooden childrens chair . While he flounces into a beanbag chair. And throws back his wave of blond hair. What were you talking to Bill about . When I picked you up? Oh, nothing, he says, . And then, with an eye-roll, . Bill thinks youre going to do something to me . Because he says youre fat. Anyway, I know youre just big boned. Thanks, I say.
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Posted at 08:57 AM. I pick up twelve-year-old Rowan from class . For his counseling session,. Taking him to the Martin Luther King room. I sit in a wooden childrens chair . While he flounces into a beanbag chair. And throws back his wave of blond hair. What were you talking to Bill about . When I picked you up? Oh, nothing, he says, . And then, with an eye-roll, . Bill thinks youre going to do something to me . Because he says youre fat. Anyway, I know youre just big boned. Thanks, I say. I ask, You did?
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Jenarchy: Poems: Characters
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Talented author and illustrator, Edward Gorey,. Wrote a book called The Doubtful Guest. About a creature who comes to live with a family. And drives them nuts with its quirks. But simply wont leave. And thus becomes part of the family. When my partner, Cindy, . Moved in with me and my two cats. She brought with her. Her own cat, Phoebe,. Who instead of hiding. Ran into my cats toybox,. Grabbed the favorite catnip toy,. And began rolling around. On her back with it,. While my cats looked on in amazement.
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Jenarchy: Poems: Family
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What the Sharper Image Catalogue Labels "The Doorman's Umbrella". Standing at the fresh grave of my distant rich relative,. Standing amongst my distant rich relatives,. Gigantic, black, very expensive umbrellas were handed out,. And my distant rich relatives opened them wide,. As it had begun to rain. I was a young girl,. And I remember the awkwardness of that moment. The shocking width of the very expensive umbrellas. Spread all the people too far apart,. Someones idea for luxurious shelter. Finally I m...
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Jenarchy: Poems: Work
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I pick up twelve-year-old Rowan from class . For his counseling session,. Taking him to the Martin Luther King room. I sit in a wooden childrens chair . While he flounces into a beanbag chair. And throws back his wave of blond hair. What were you talking to Bill about . When I picked you up? Oh, nothing, he says, . And then, with an eye-roll, . Bill thinks youre going to do something to me . Because he says youre fat. Never mind, Rowan says, I dont want you to be sad. . Thanks, I say. I ask, You did?
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Jenarchy: Poems: Childhood
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My psychiatrist in first grade. Sat me down and dealt me cards. We played intense, fast-paced games. Of double solitaire, her favorite. I never spoke. She always won. I left with horrible headaches. Posted at 05:06 PM in Poems: Childhood. Dancing to Leah's Beat. When I was in elementary school,. I had a close friend named Leah Monder,. An intense, pale, lean honor student. With long, curly black hair. She was the dominant in our friendship,. And so when she developed a passion. I went with the program.
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