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Grendel's Lair: update on Mom
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Sunday, July 13, 2008. Hey everyone. Mom has finished all her chemo treatments successfully. They made her tired, lose her hair, and have the other typical aches (and pains . . .redundant? She started radiation and will be doing that every week day through august. Thanks for all the prayers. It's hard to believe how smoothly it's gone. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Grendel's FoodPoem of the Month. Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day,. I paused and said, "I will turn back from here. And not...
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Grendel's Lair: March 2008
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Saturday, March 29, 2008. Pull Over (not the sweatshirt kind). Jess and I were driving to Memphis today . . . Oh, those blazoning blue lights,. Lighting like pinpricks in my consciousness;. Yes, the boys in blue - well, one for now. Quick, check the speed limit . . . right on . . . safe. Is there a problem, sir? Seems to me u were cuting that wite line: you on drugs boy? No sir, I was trying to let you pass (tailgated by an unmarked popo). Lemme c ur driver's licence and insurance. Strut, strut, strut.
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Grendel's Lair: January 2008
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Sunday, January 27, 2008. I never made a mistake in grammar but one in my life and as soon as I done it I seen it.". Thursday, January 24, 2008. I just got off the phone with mom and dad. They are in good spirits, though it sounded like mom has a cold - she's probably worn out from all the tests. I'm just glad she's going to be all right. Tuesday, January 22, 2008. Mom had tests monday, and we found out today that the cancer has NOT spread. Praise God! Sunday, January 20, 2008. All the world's a stage, A...
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Grendel's Lair: from BIlly Collins
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Sunday, September 7, 2008. All I wanted was to be a pea of being. Inside the green pod of time,. I don't know how you reply to comments, but just so you know, i reply right there on the page so everyone knows what was replied to and whatnot. so if you want to read my reply to you, it is there :) thanks for your input! It means a lot to me :). October 26, 2008 at 10:21 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Grendel's FoodPoem of the Month. Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day,. And piled - and me...
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Grendel's Lair: man
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Thursday, August 7, 2008. I became a man today. I bought a bathroom rug that matches my shower curtain. August 8, 2008 at 3:05 PM. Good show ol' chap! I did some soul searching and revamped my blog.not sure what that makes me.hmm I sound like a hi-tech monk.schweet. August 11, 2008 at 2:24 AM. Oh nathan, i'm so proud! August 19, 2008 at 6:37 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Grendel's FoodPoem of the Month. Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day,. I paused and said, "I will turn back from here.
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Grendel's Lair: print
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Monday, June 30, 2008. Anyone have any idea of how to get a print of this picture? I've tried allposters.com. It's an awesome print up close. Http:/ www.flickr.com/photos/david rytell/2539541893/. I looked for that print,. But no luck. : /. July 6, 2008 at 12:26 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Grendel's FoodPoem of the Month. Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day,. I paused and said, "I will turn back from here. No, I will go on farther - and we shall see.". No runner tracks in this year's...
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Grendel's Lair: July 2008
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Sunday, July 13, 2008. Hey everyone. Mom has finished all her chemo treatments successfully. They made her tired, lose her hair, and have the other typical aches (and pains . . .redundant? She started radiation and will be doing that every week day through august. Thanks for all the prayers. It's hard to believe how smoothly it's gone. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Grendel's FoodPoem of the Month. Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day,. I paused and said, "I will turn back from here. And not another...
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Grendel's Lair: February 2008
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Friday, February 29, 2008. MS Word's two spell-checker choices for "Confuscious" were "Confucius" and "confusions.". Friday, February 22, 2008. A parody of Wallace Stevens. Thirteen Ways of Cooking a Blackbird. Among twenty boiling frying pans,. The only moving thing. Was the eye of the blackbird. This verse has three lines. In which there are three blackbirds. The blackbird twirled on the open spit. It was a small part of the feast. A man and a woman. A blackbird and cranberry sauce. Or cut up in bits.
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Grendel's Lair: August 2008
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Thursday, August 7, 2008. I became a man today. I bought a bathroom rug that matches my shower curtain. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Grendel's FoodPoem of the Month. Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day,. I paused and said, "I will turn back from here. No, I will go on farther - and we shall see.". The hard snow held me, save where now and then. One foot went through. The view was all in lines. Straight up and down of tall slim trees. Too much alike to mark or name a place by. And the pile somewha...
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Grendel's Lair: May 2008
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Thursday, May 22, 2008. I'm still trying to figure out why Mark Strand is good. He's growing on me the more I read. This poem is pretty simple in some respects. But he captures these ideas so well:. The extra hour given back to eternity. The hour gained by travelling west. The hour of the imagined smpire. The deepest hour of the darkest sea. The guilty hour that precedes catastrophe. The hour that is takes to go from here to there. The haunted hour of the knowledge of death. The hour of final music.
