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La Lizi Dice: NaPoWriMo-Day 4
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What Lizi thinks and does. Friday, April 5, 2013. This is a bit of a cheat, a revision, but I was glad to get back to it. ON TELLING THE CHILDREN. I will be apprentice to this study for her. I mimic her gaps. For context, retrace the irrevocable meander of her logic for empathy. Because I was born her fair to poor copy and she’s my polestar. Inside her: gaps and bursts. Most days the bursts. Are heartbreaking. Other times we circle the same gaps,. And I try to be as I know she was with me once, our bleak.
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Slugtrail Slime: June 2010
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Sunday, June 27, 2010. Of a tree emerges out of paper. And graphite and ash;. It is a sprout between fractures. In the waterless desert,. Where agave farmers search. For babies to, one day, harvest. The dry flat land is drunk with us. She makes no sense,. In her dry meandering humor,. That raspy laugh, a whisky giggle,. She burns our brains. And begs us to prettify her. We stuff our bottles with rags,. And wait and wait. Our legs a lotus, one on top. Of the other;. For anything to show up,. How I want it!
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Slugtrail Slime: Television Withdrawl
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Thursday, June 10, 2010. Let the pixels refract. Through my cornea,. Each little ray of light. My skull and brain,. This idle mind a porous. Haven for a slingshot narrative,. A few laughs, or quiet captivation. How I want it! How it teases me! This universe, castrated,. Factory-farmed, flash-frozen,. Prepackaged, and reheated,. Served in sectioned-off plastic,. A compartmentalized story,. A soft mush, easy to swallow;. Its silence calls to me. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Slugtrail Slime
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Thursday, June 3, 2010. With every moment,. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). This is a place to track my slow progress as a poet and thinker. I figure here is a better home for them than in a rundown documents folder. Please comment and critique as I am not yet William Carlos Williams or Emily Dickinson. View my complete profile. A clear pictureof a tree emerges out of paper and. As a humanbodies never burden they tighten, break.
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Slugtrail Slime
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Tuesday, November 16, 2010. And my sturdy jawed boss. Replaces my broken hand. With one filled with beer -. This continues for some time. Until the Earth passes through. A patch in the universe. Close to time’s childhood. And time decides to leave the bar. Only nobody can speculate. As I am left here to apologize. For speculating on time’s gender. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Drinks fall to planned obsolescence and my sturdy. Waking up is hard in worrisome anticipation.
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Slugtrail Slime: November 2010
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Tuesday, November 16, 2010. And my sturdy jawed boss. Replaces my broken hand. With one filled with beer -. This continues for some time. Until the Earth passes through. A patch in the universe. Close to time’s childhood. And time decides to leave the bar. Only nobody can speculate. As I am left here to apologize. For speculating on time’s gender. Saturday, November 6, 2010. Waking up is hard in worrisome anticipation. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Slugtrail Slime: Images in New Jersey, Ideas that are Our Fault
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Thursday, May 13, 2010. Images in New Jersey, Ideas that are Our Fault. What do you want me to prove? That I have culture? That I have important ideas. That you can’t see. There is nothing new. But what we make. And you want it said quietly? Here is an image for you:. A year old condom,. And a single rain boot. Dance on the foamy shore. Of Sandy Hook, New Jersey. The condom, half-filled with. Bubbly water, deflates. As a young girl. In a baseball cap and. Drops it in a trash bag. The image, disturbed.
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La Lizi Dice: April 2012
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What Lizi thinks and does. Saturday, April 14, 2012. NaPoWriMo: April 12-13, 2012. NOTES FROM THE NIGHT. Superstitions are abridged takes. Daughter born with soft heart. Because I grieved while I carried her. Can’t send out. On the inside, petty. Now that’s a fucking queen. The phone is my shepherd,. The dog is sleeping. I am so goddamned tired. I think she is too. Thursday, April 12, 2012. NaPoWriMo: April 11, 2012. Left in analyzed bitten. Adjudicated carried up up up up. Fessed and fisted hammed.
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La Lizi Dice
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What Lizi thinks and does. Thursday, April 4, 2013. Thinking today about doing something more story:. THE CYCLE OF LIFE: A TALE. The sun shook its audacity loose and a cloud devoured the old wanderer’s. Pond with the sun’s hubris as power. A steam rose from that uproar in the form. Of a spirit in search of a body to inhabit when suddenly a child-oracle. Appeared, etc…. The sun shook loose the onus of its blinding charisma and all the families. The winters that had really become, literally, something else.
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La Lizi Dice: NaPoWri Mo Day 6
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What Lizi thinks and does. Monday, April 8, 2013. NaPoWri Mo Day 6. Is blogging poems and using women's names as prompts. She suggested Gloria on Facebook, so I took her up on it. The only thing I'm totally committed to is the couplets. Gloria, act like no one’s watching you. Gloria, hold up a newspaper showing today’s date. I watched Gloria make a jealousy into a typhoon. Gloria, sweet Gloria. We brought this upon ourselves. That’s what she told Gloria. If it’s possibly. Which was really not her style.
