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beets & the bluestocking: Fame monster
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Beets and the bluestocking. Two Years in Ukraine. Wednesday, August 1, 2012. Shameless self-promotion: I just got a poem published for the first time in a REAL LIVE literary journal! You can read it here. You're welcome, world. August 10, 2012 at 7:19 PM. Whoa whoa whoa this is awesome! August 15, 2012 at 9:07 AM. Treetz for all. Hope you are playing with now-adolescent baby goats! August 16, 2012 at 12:51 AM. In a word awesome! August 16, 2012 at 10:00 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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beets & the bluestocking: November 2011
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Beets and the bluestocking. Two Years in Ukraine. Thursday, November 24, 2011. A Very Mrs. Ashley's Kidz Clubhaus Thanksgiving. For weeks, Svitlana has been all aflutter about Thanksgiving. A seminar for teachers in our region would take place this same week, and she was determined to parade our kids before them in an array of traditional American pageantry. Whenever she asked me for suggestions, though, the essence of my response was generally, “Durr? 2 The same goddamn dance where the ninth grade girls...
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beets & the bluestocking: July 2012
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Beets and the bluestocking. Two Years in Ukraine. Tuesday, July 31, 2012. Facing the shore, naked men all stand the same way: hands on hips, legs apart, their sea-shriveled cocks outthrust. Alex bends into the tide as it slaps his genitals—“I fuck the sea! 8221; he yells. 8221; the forlorn one kept asking. The other let out a strident laugh and proceeded to make snide comments about everyone in the club. He turned to me—“Ponyemayesh, podruga? You get it, girlfriend? Why is teen sex so particularly gross?
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beets & the bluestocking: March 2012
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Beets and the bluestocking. Two Years in Ukraine. Tuesday, March 13, 2012. Notes toward the Chernobyl poem I will never write. In the forest, an uprooted tree stump quietly un-breathes. It appears, if you squint, like a massive boar’s head: roots tapering to a snout, many-nostriled, and the mossy, worm-rich eyeholes. They reached for their masks . Raised them to faces . Pulled at the opening . FOUR FIVE SIX . The green skin slid over their skin. One fumbled. His head was too big. He dropped t...Finally h...
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beets & the bluestocking: April 2012
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Beets and the bluestocking. Two Years in Ukraine. Wednesday, April 25, 2012. Budapest and back again. From a day of trains and trains we came to a hostel in Budapest. An older American man greeted us – the manager, he said, thin-haired, slight, his teeth when he laughed gray. Generally I’m suspicious of older male American ex-pats in Europe. This is not without good reason. He grinned at one point and declared, “I’m the real Forrest Gump! One who has struggled. Because we sense our privilege, an uncomfor...
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beets & the bluestocking: February 2012
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Beets and the bluestocking. Two Years in Ukraine. Monday, February 13, 2012. Dear friends and casual acquaintances,. Do you feel boring? Do other people’s eyes glaze over when you narrate your life’s mundane details? Well, you’ve just found a captive audience: kind, gentle, good-listening-skills-having ME! And go to sleep at 9 pm). Love, your best sad friend,. Wednesday, February 1, 2012. The women washed each other’s feet. They unrolled thick stockings down thick rolls of ankle. It was col...Nastia, in ...
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beets & the bluestocking: Dolphin-torn, gong-tormented
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Beets and the bluestocking. Two Years in Ukraine. Tuesday, July 31, 2012. Facing the shore, naked men all stand the same way: hands on hips, legs apart, their sea-shriveled cocks outthrust. Alex bends into the tide as it slaps his genitals—“I fuck the sea! 8221; he yells. 8221; the forlorn one kept asking. The other let out a strident laugh and proceeded to make snide comments about everyone in the club. He turned to me—“Ponyemayesh, podruga? You get it, girlfriend? Why is teen sex so particularly gross?
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beets & the bluestocking: The Wheel
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Beets and the bluestocking. Two Years in Ukraine. Sunday, November 25, 2012. Ten turkeys pace the school courtyard, wobbling blue fossils of heads, gurgling mutinously. They ruffle as I pass and begin to follow me. Perhaps in recognition: Lately I’m full of hot feathers. My insides whirl and squawk. I’ll be home in three weeks. In the forest, boughs mix their wind-blown susurrus with distant boxcars, a promise or warning—. 8212; час, the word for time. Fate) weaves poems like. Part heavenly bodies, part ...
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beets & the bluestocking: November 2012
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Beets and the bluestocking. Two Years in Ukraine. Sunday, November 25, 2012. Ten turkeys pace the school courtyard, wobbling blue fossils of heads, gurgling mutinously. They ruffle as I pass and begin to follow me. Perhaps in recognition: Lately I’m full of hot feathers. My insides whirl and squawk. I’ll be home in three weeks. In the forest, boughs mix their wind-blown susurrus with distant boxcars, a promise or warning—. 8212; час, the word for time. Fate) weaves poems like. Part heavenly bodies, part ...
