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this is the story: The Garden Song of Thought
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This is the story. Of Thought and a boy. Wednesday, June 18, 2008. The Garden Song of Thought. I am a three-tiered creek. I am water wisps and foliage floors, like steps to the mouth of the mountain. I open my eyes and am the bright red of five-pointed stars, a monarch butterfly quietly laughing, the cusp of my voice affixed to the brim of the crimson cluster. Purple buttercups pucker and stretch their violet eyes, yawning and happily smack their lips on leaves, clean and real and rooted. I love this poem.
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this is the story: The music is amazing
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This is the story. Of Thought and a boy. Wednesday, July 23, 2008. The music is amazing. And they have Stella and Guinness,. Of course everyone knows how to dance. Then on Sunday we're &emsp &emsp going to a mutilated war victims camp. Looking over this blog, I keep coming across these amazing poems-. What turns, what twists! January 14, 2009 at 7:19 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The music is amazing. 1980’s punk-rock t-shirt. View my complete profile. More words and images.
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this is the story: after Mike Theune
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This is the story. Of Thought and a boy. Wednesday, June 25, 2008. My poems don't turn. Emsp &emsp &emsp they do. Emsp &emsp the twist. Thanks for the shout out-. January 14, 2009 at 7:16 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Garden Song of Thought. View my complete profile. More words and images.
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Me juego la boca: 09.2014
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Me juego la boca. Aquí me juego la boca, boca lo único que soy. Yo, la más estúpida de todas. Dante, sol en la noche. La múltiple y única mujer. Mientras todo eso pasa, mientras una metamorfosea de mujer-posmoderna a mujer-ama-de-casa-mamá-posmoderna, en la cabeza rondan todas las ideas y presiones que una misma ha construido: tienes que ser mamá pero no una más o menos; ¡la mejor! Feliz cumple, ojos de atómica estrella. Jugamos de sol a sol. 1:57 a. m. Suscribirse a: Entradas (Atom). Ver todo mi perfil.
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this is the story: after he walks out
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This is the story. Of Thought and a boy. Friday, August 8, 2008. After he walks out. Two emptied shoes and. I like to think of you as some sort of poetry werewolf. Normal guy during the day, but between the hours of 11pm and 2am, you morph into some sort of hairy, wild dog man with an affection and aptitude for the subtleties of language. The thought of your clumsy wolf paws typing blog entries amuses me. August 8, 2008 at 8:49 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). After he walks out.
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Me juego la boca: Amantes de los gatos
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Me juego la boca. Aquí me juego la boca, boca lo único que soy. Amantes de los gatos. Allí continúan merodeando los descendientes de Snowball, bien cuidados, luciendo sus seis dedos y respondiendo a nombres rimbombantes como Picasso o Capote. A Lennon le gustaban los gatos. Y Yoko. Gato, propiedad privada de Lenin. Gato funámbulo sobre brazo de Kurt. El gato dicta. Mira a la cámara, desafiante. Sartre, obediente, escribe. Sensual. Felino. James Dean. Freddy Mercury. Ambos de mostacho. 176;°°. El perro es...
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this is the story: August 2008
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This is the story. Of Thought and a boy. Monday, August 18, 2008. Friday, August 8, 2008. After he walks out. Two emptied shoes and. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). After he walks out. View my complete profile. More words and images.
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this is the story: 1980’s punk-rock t-shirt
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This is the story. Of Thought and a boy. Tuesday, July 1, 2008. 1980’s punk-rock t-shirt. Through the tatters is the flesh that,. Tattooed, wonders: &emsp &emsp &emsp Why the uproar? Broken glass &emsp &emsp &emsp &emsp &emsp &emsp &emsp everywhere,. A little bit of gold, &emsp &emsp &emsp hand on the pager. Words are worth less when. A text is ten cents &emsp &emsp &emsp &emsp &emsp &emsp &emsp but she speaks. Magic like Johnson, &emsp girl talk like Ronson. Care a lick about. July 1, 2008 at 5:26 AM.
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Me juego la boca: 11.2012
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Me juego la boca. Aquí me juego la boca, boca lo único que soy. Cuando el dinosaurio despertó,. La selva se había convertido. En un reino de siete palabras. Microcuento de Cristina Arboleda Puente inspirado en el microcuento de A. Monterroso. 7:05 p. m. A dónde van los sapos. A dónde van los sapos. Cuando deja de llover. Y el sol instala los reinos del calor y la sequía. Cavan túneles tal vez profundos. Iluminándose con las chispas. De las rocas subterráneas. Bañándose en el lodo primigenio. La punta rot...