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The Trouble With Poet: January 2012
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Poems, prose and assorted creative sneezes. Saturday, January 14, 2012. A piece of cornbread. She had been doing well enough,. Combing her hair,. Brushing her teeth,. Making the oversized sleigh bed that rested. At the center of her room-. Those things that are hardest to do. She had been doing even better. With the necessary rituals,. Like taking down the 5x7s. At the wedding of another. Or learning to ride the subway. Through the lump in her throat that boarded. After their work days ended. Daintily wi...
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The Trouble With Poet: December 2013
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Poems, prose and assorted creative sneezes. Tuesday, December 24, 2013. Free Downoadable Christmas Cheer! If there's a person out there who says George Strait isn't a poet (I mean, look at this American specimen. I say strip off yer fancy blouse while I take off my nice ring, we've got a brawl to get into. She's Playing Hell, Trying to Get Me to Heaven. There Ain't No Way All My Sins Can Be Forgiven. They Say There's Only Ten Commandments, but I Broke at Least Eleven. Why Wasn't. Fringe. Last weekend Ray...
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The Trouble With Poet: October 2013
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Poems, prose and assorted creative sneezes. Monday, October 28, 2013. A Thank You from Stella, or, Our Dog Was a Terrorist. One of the first things Stella did when she entered our lives was bite Ray's father in the nuts. In spite of all our crying, photo posting, crying, and also crying, Stella passed in happiness on Sunday because of the selfless gifts of (mostly) strangers. Stella was stone deaf, but could hear laughter. Please.so easy. The fridge? There's a reason we only kept condiments on the bottom...
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The Trouble With Poet: SEO Optimized: Septuagenarious Long-Form Love
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Poems, prose and assorted creative sneezes. Tuesday, February 1, 2011. SEO Optimized: Septuagenarious Long-Form Love. It will be too long for some, not zeitgeist-y enough for most and is guaranteed to be despised by at least one cantankerous amateur literary critic in Reading, England, but while snow's falling I like to fantasize that long-form fiction will not be murdered off by the 140, that love and the meandering bits leading in and out of it won't be erased by SKINS. It Does Get Easier, It Seems".
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The Trouble With Poet: September 2011
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Poems, prose and assorted creative sneezes. Friday, September 16, 2011. Short and Sweet 'Cause It's Friday: "Still Here". While I was busy creating diversions. Some piece of brain lay awake at night like a cranky baby with melancolic, busy composing this. Sometimes the anticipation of missing someone is worse than noticing they've gone. Insomnia Postcard: Still Here. You have gone,. And will not miss me. There are too many new pieces there. To puzzle together,. I will not be behind that strange new leaf-.
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The Trouble With Poet: November 2011
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Poems, prose and assorted creative sneezes. Friday, November 11, 2011. Short and Sweet: Sweet and Sour. Another bit of writing found scrawled on a napkin that made its way back from New Orleans to New York:. I'll never forget the morning. We discovered the little lemon. A little piece of summer. Fallen on the pavement. You found the sun. Hiding under pruned branches. And gently broke the rind with a thumbnail. Turning the air bright. Then wrapped five fingers and a thumb around it. And carried it home.
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The Trouble With Poet: Don't You Just Hate Poetry Readings?: The Debut of Banjoetry
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Poems, prose and assorted creative sneezes. Wednesday, March 2, 2011. Don't You Just Hate Poetry Readings? The Debut of Banjoetry. A few weeks ago I turned to a trusted buddy and said, "I want to score poems to banjo.". She said: "That is a terrible idea.". I said: "I want to read them live. With the banjo.". She said: "That is a terrible. I said: "In front of a bunch of people.". She said: "That. Is. A. TERRIBLE. I began scribbling notes. He said, "That sounds like absolute agony.". Aside: I highly reco...
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The Trouble With Poet: Mick Jagger's Shirts: Exhibit A
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Poems, prose and assorted creative sneezes. Saturday, December 18, 2010. Mick Jagger's Shirts: Exhibit A. Mick Jagger's shirts are not like other shirts. They possess many powers. They absorb many secrets. Mick Jagger's shirts want to live among us and are here to make us happy. Mick Jagger's shirts have the ambition and resources to wear a rock star while other shirts chose to wear ordinary people. Mick Jagger's shirts have seen things that they can never un-see. I sat behind one of Mick Jagger's shirts...
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The Trouble With Poet: Approaching 31 on Stubs (a Short Girl Birthday Poem)
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Poems, prose and assorted creative sneezes. Sunday, July 6, 2014. Approaching 31 on Stubs (a Short Girl Birthday Poem). Original Photo by Agnes Fohn Photography, (C) 2014. Written while staring down 31, then realizing you need a step ladder to look it in the eye. APPROACHING 31 ON STUBS. My legs haven't grown. They say third time's a charm,. But three decades have passed. And they remain abridged. Apparently I was not destined to be a torso,. Set upon giraffe gams,. Or to grow into a lithe antelope woman.
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sexy: August 2006
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One shot one kill. On a flight the other day I was trying my best to ignore Mission Impossible 3. As is customary when the movie finished they showed some short comedy sketches. And one of the sketches involved a guy with a shotgun at a driving range shooting unsuspecting golfers' balls from the air. A cheap cheap version of a very sexy idea. A poisoned urinal cake. By the way does anyone happen to have Ahmenininahjodd's address? Posted by yonderincarp at 10:52. And speaking of the waters. God is our ref...
