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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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BEOWULF WIP XVI… | Pomedeterre
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We have fantasies (for Molly). Next Post →. January 10, 2013 · 8:41 pm. BEOWULF WIP XVI…. Go slow thin father fading must. Swarthy headache to end boning. Middle finger faith embarrassing. For her broken heaven by night. Forlorn, he goes out sawtooth dinner fork. Over island jailing our skilled inkblot. Phallic fortune wield false telegram. Over and against healed grimy rice. Heartburn healthy flowers here again dead. Manage her Mage only forgetting. Born helpless she was better phonetic. Next Post →.
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we have fantasies (for Molly) | Pomedeterre
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BEOWULF WIP XVI… →. We have fantasies (for Molly). About heroism and being heroic. In the tub late at night. To get us through. Glory to the hands that fail. One and then another. Ill and together without. I think of your fate and wonder if I can be the one. July 1, 2012. Middot; 11:10 pm. BEOWULF WIP XVI… →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out.
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poem | Pomedeterre
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We have fantasies (for Molly) →. February 8, 2012 · 10:32 am. Don’t forget to leave. The small yellow and red. Plate for the gods. The veil is beginning to lift. There is irony in my strength. In that i break my own teeth. Is like a preserves and pickle factory. What is the difference between life and work? Don’t forget to leave. It all in her hands. We have fantasies (for Molly) →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
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Pomedeterre | poetry and thoughts of the world (as apples of the earth) | Page 2
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Newer posts →. June 24, 2011 · 8:13 pm. June 20, 2011 · 8:11 pm. Some 2x4s from last summer. June 17, 2011 · 12:39 pm. Notes on the nose. Candy lights go up. We also let blood. Search out notable anti-futurists. The nose is in the summer garden. A day in the life. November 3, 2010 · 9:11 pm. So, long time no blog. the uncanny convergences of life imitating literature in conjunction with the 19th c lit class I am TA ing though have become too prominent for keeping to my private thoughts. Back to the 90s.
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Who makes your paper bags? | Pomedeterre
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In honor of being ABD– 2 more Beowulf WIP trans yea. Tony Robinson, Shot Dead, a young man, African American, Just Down the Street →. February 19, 2015 · 10:42 pm. Who makes your paper bags? Search my hashtags #brownbagsarepeopletoo #paperpagsarepeopletoo I have some of these names as well! In honor of being ABD– 2 more Beowulf WIP trans yea. Tony Robinson, Shot Dead, a young man, African American, Just Down the Street →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).
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in honor of being ABD– 2 more Beowulf WIP trans yea | Pomedeterre
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Who makes your paper bags? February 7, 2013 · 12:20 am. In honor of being ABD– 2 more Beowulf WIP trans yea. Set a new tonsil on tonsil, me too. Cigarette second weaving silver weight. Fairies can’t make them handsome. On hearsay being rhymed. They’re switched at birth shitting, eating. Freedom to kill Saturday night vigil. See the one hand bear rotten elegy. Scented scythe whirling stop my love song. Hater and he wrote four ways hell ever dreamt. Digesting libel denying weathervane. Safe with broken one.
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BEOWULF WIP XVI…. In honor of being ABD– 2 more Beowulf WIP trans yea →. January 10, 2013 · 9:10 pm. Ontologically was the death of us all. Cadaverous rows of ill-fated moments. BEOWULF WIP XVI…. In honor of being ABD– 2 more Beowulf WIP trans yea →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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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.