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Knees Bent by Anne Weldon | Rudolf's Diner
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You Can Sleep When You’re Dead. Knees Bent by Anne Weldon. Evan Nichols, 2010. And she said, “Keep your knees bent.”. An appropriate phrase from a piano teacher. Bend forward slightly, head high, feet flat, elbows bent! 8220;Keep your knees bent! 8221; I preach, don’t count your chickens…. My daughter can’t stand those words! 8220;I want it my way! And I learn to live this pose with parent hat on,. Teacher hat on top of that,. 8220;Keep my knees bent.”. Body bent in chair pose,. I inhale this posture.
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The Art of Bending Wood by Elisa Murray | Rudolf's Diner
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You Can Sleep When You’re Dead. The Art of Bending Wood by Elisa Murray. Seier Seier/Flickr, 2010. The Art of Bending Wood: Five minutes with John Butterfield. Why is the ability to bend wood an important technique? What’s the technique you use? The bent piece of wood will now retain its shape for a long time. If it does spring back a little, you can always reheat it a little, but be careful not to snap the wood because it will be much more stiff after the initial heating and cooling cycle. What are your...
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Archives | Rudolf's Diner
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You Can Sleep When You’re Dead. Issue Zero, Beginnings, Summer 2002. A Column: Begotten Through Chaos. A Column: Farming 101. A Column: Made Position. A Column: The Community Music Forum. A Column: The Monk Chronicles. A Column: The Papa Journal. A Column: The Prodigal Gardener. Babylust by Misa Sugiura. Beauty and the Modern Girl by Elisa Salasin. Crossing The Bridge by Andrew Lewis. Happy Holidays, Happy Holy Days by Bill Blackshaw. Ingredients of a Delicious Dinner Club. My First Job by Elisa Murray.
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Bending the Truth by Maia | Rudolf's Diner
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You Can Sleep When You’re Dead. Bending the Truth by Maia. Would you say I was bending the truth if I claimed. The perfume of sweet-pea flowers. Is like the palm of Guadalupe. Laid along my cheek a kindness no one. Deserves… unless you tend the stalks. And walk home like a bride. Wed to continuing to Spring, to. The end of hesitation, exaggeration in the wind. These last few days of March when. The calendar gives official consent. To rejoicing, and blackbirds yessiree. And the young green of grass. You a...
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Bend by Margot Zahner | Rudolf's Diner
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You Can Sleep When You’re Dead. Bend by Margot Zahner. Daffodil greens woven into neat bundles. Declare, “Tidy gardener lives here! Macintosh boughs burdened red, green–. Scrape the orchard floor. Litters the ground,. Pray to loam and decay. As glistening tubular bodies. Doubled and tripled back, even twisted into knots. Out of the garden. The arc of the moral universe. Truth doubles over to flatter, feign and falsify–. Weapons of mass destruction,. More standardized assessment,. Margot Zahner, 2010.
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Sniff by Evan Nichols | Rudolf's Diner
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You Can Sleep When You’re Dead. Sniff by Evan Nichols. Evan Nichols, 2010. Https:/ rudolfsdiner.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/sniff4.mp3. They are coming down from. Bending into your back yard. Badges, shotguns are. Hoofing it through the alley. Fence to fence to fence. They aren’t after your tasty poodle. They aren’t after your mouth watering chicks. They come down from the hills. Muscles sharp with instinct. To sniff and match with. Swatting bullets like the Flash. 8230;for your soul. Evan Nichols, 2010.
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Tweezers by Don Curtis | Rudolf's Diner
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You Can Sleep When You’re Dead. Tweezers by Don Curtis. Closer to the mirror. Chin tilted up slightly. Eyes tilted down slightly. She bends her arm. Closer to the chin. One solitary black hair. The hair drifts down. Lands on the can bottom. Don Curtis, 2010. 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. A Column: Ma...
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Bent, a Return by Jefito XB | Rudolf's Diner
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You Can Sleep When You’re Dead. Bent, a Return by Jefito XB. Bent over and around and. Through legs to see a world inverted. A responsibility, like dew. Gathers mass without intending. To fall to the absorbent floor. To join the froth of humus. And become that which nurtures. A world of small creatures. Who obeying laws, innocent and inadvertent fall,. Among the pokey fronds at the crown of the tree. And, bending to see, a transformative view. A yodel, ragtag and off-tempo,. Scampers along the bough.
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Often Sneaky by Maya Nichols | Rudolf's Diner
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You Can Sleep When You’re Dead. Often Sneaky by Maya Nichols. Evan Nichols, 2010. A bend is a quick jolt in a lifetime. A path that turns. Something you don’t see coming. A bend is often sneaky,. Tricking people into going the wrong way. Like a cat prowling at night. A bend may not be a path. But something changing in your life. A bend is a picnic on a sunny day. When suddenly it rains. A bend is a baby. Who grows up to be a hero. Maya Nichols, 2010. Often Sneaky by Maya Nichols. Enter your comment here.
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Bending the Truth by Maia | Rudolf's Diner
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You Can Sleep When You’re Dead. Bending the Truth by Maia. Would you say I was bending the truth if I claimed. The perfume of sweet-pea flowers. Is like the palm of Guadalupe. Laid along my cheek a kindness no one. Deserves… unless you tend the stalks. And walk home like a bride. Wed to continuing to Spring, to. The end of hesitation, exaggeration in the wind. These last few days of March when. The calendar gives official consent. To rejoicing, and blackbirds yessiree. And the young green of grass. You a...
