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Little Lambie: August 2008
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Thursday, August 28, 2008. The morning is a piece of rhubarb pie. The evening hides until it’s almost too late. Somewhere along the line you learned how to unbutton buttons. Push them. Open them. Let the starlight in, but not only. To love the starlight, respect it, praise it for swimming in the lake, for its independence. Apricots. rum. peat. cream. I did look in your eyes. I did wrap my fingers in your hair. I did say I love you. I did know what it meant. Posted by little lambie bear at 2:58 PM. The ma...
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Little Lambie: July 2008
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Friday, July 18, 2008. Celia scatters pennies on the floor in a not random manner. Acrobats call on the phone, from a height. there are no messages. I wrap a towel around my waste and pretend not to hear. There are more alphabets in the world than you would guess. Don’t fall in love with sounds that you can’t yourself make,. Is what she told me. she had a collection of puppets. medallions. Seemed comfortable pinned to her breast, but never learned to sing. Posted by little lambie bear at 4:42 PM.
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the world a letter: December 2004
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The world a letter. Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.". Friday, December 31, 2004. I've been meaning to say for a few weeks now,. Is really cool (and very well-named, too). Today Laura Carter reads, and I think this is the first time someone there has read something also posted on their blog, which I for one liked. She really must sing, her voice is fantastically controlled. Lovely work. And also, Josh (Hanson), there's a shirtless poem in this week's. Tuesday, December 28, 2004.
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Little Lambie: September 2005
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Thursday, September 29, 2005. Where the sheep are where. Posted by little lambie bear at 11:17 AM. Friday, September 09, 2005. You were told to make your feet like a book,. To open and read their bottoms. With this green could it be more like a sandwich? Sharp edges in all your dreams,. Always a place called home,. Then there’s a bone fishhook wizzing through the air. Blue and white waves inked onto fine linen. Peel back the skin. There, the salmon’s trapezius. Clenching,. And there might be a bed. I say...
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Little Lambie: September 2008
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Sunday, September 07, 2008. Posted by little lambie bear at 2:08 PM. Posted by little lambie bear at 1:42 PM. View my complete profile. Jackson mac low's diastic reading engine. Hannah cole's paintings and stuff. The morning is a piece of rhubarb pie. the even. Life is not a milkshake (poem for the olympics). Celia scatters pennies on the floor in a not rando. All of the shoes ive ever owned lined up in a row. The miniscus of the pony keg.
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Little Lambie: January 2006
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Saturday, January 14, 2006. Posted by little lambie bear at 6:47 PM. Sunday, January 08, 2006. The miniscus of the pony keg. As though monkeys pulled the strings. A serpent walks the sidwalks of aqua. No, there certainly is no euphony in. This statement or truth for all that. Pissing away. there are many methods. And suicide is merely the least redemptive. Sure, I’ve thought it. but blinking and. Blinking sounds shrill. think it through. Enough to calibrate a certainty or santa. View my complete profile.
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Little Lambie: May 2007
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Sunday, May 20, 2007. All of the shoes i've ever owned. Lined up in a row. Side by side, toes facing the same direction. An army of myselves steps into them. Posted by little lambie bear at 1:40 PM. View my complete profile. Jackson mac low's diastic reading engine. Hannah cole's paintings and stuff. The morning is a piece of rhubarb pie. the even. Life is not a milkshake (poem for the olympics). Celia scatters pennies on the floor in a not rando. All of the shoes ive ever owned lined up in a row.
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Little Lambie: May 2005
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Friday, May 20, 2005. The angle of a ship in a storm. A sudden shift in subject). Also the sealant keeping the ship watertight. Note the lines getting longer). Musically interesting. slightly comical. return to monosyllable). Return to previous subject matter. provocation. still no punctuation.). Getting distracted by outside activity). Drifting in thought to subjects already mined ad nauseum. avoidance). Childish, pseudo-shocking humor). A change in tactics. Losing concentration. distracted by music).
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Little Lambie: July 2005
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Sunday, July 17, 2005. We must be pre. Paired off with calm. Amity crash and wing. Solve the dove circuit. Not likely that strum. One wants chasing a. Way into homes of flash. Backs tinged with lye. Surgeons to wander pelt. Earned tarry a piece a teal. Nose wiggling the clods. Doubloons claggling ill pots. Bite ‘em, stupor in stews. Chips a strewn a sand. Storm battles the lids. Rhymes will paste event. You always and bubbles. For faces and lunches. Sun bear’s clause is stoop. Idyll peels and shingles.
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Little Lambie: October 2005
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Sunday, October 30, 2005. Perhaps it could be tentacled? Over on one side flapping. A gill, freshly full of guff. The performance wound down. Trepanned I am but no this woken. Whoops there’s a trap-door in the pavement. Thanks to the arms that catch and strap. This marathon blew, darning a portrait. I don’t know how this whale will end. Posted by little lambie bear at 10:19 PM. Monday, October 24, 2005. Netted up from some blackness wetted and called an ocean perhaps. Sunday, October 23, 2005.
