Tag: memories
group name: myxmasbreakdown
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December 20, 2008 09:46 PM EST --
I know everyone out there has gotten one in their lifetime. You know, that awefully tacky sweater that you can't believe anyone in their right mind would make, let alone pay money for and then . . .
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December 24, 2008 08:14 PM EST --
My own lil' Christmas miracle... of sorts.
This morning, we had a weird mix of rain, ice and what I can only surmise to be some sort of non-stick alloy falling from . . .
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February 07, 2009 09:45 PM EST --
Court’s annals
She crosses her legs, shifts weights.
The child can pick anything to play.
There is no try from the lady
to stop the little one messing . . .
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February 06, 2009 09:40 PM EST --
Whispers’ Tajmahal
A whisper lights thousand lamps
and he sees the ancient art
in those lights- it is her face.
Like a feudal king he thinks
to build a Tajmahal for . . .
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February 08, 2009 09:29 PM EST --
That man in the flood
Darkness has a neat effect under his nails,
darkness is a layer, mottled with patches.
It is almost akin to the skin he wears.
Albeit sweeping water, black . . .
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January 02, 2009 10:08 PM EST --
he Sells
It is all set.
He will sell
his one kidney.
To live.
To flight
by the night train
which will bring his village
by the first . . .
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February 15, 2009 09:33 PM EST --
A conversation on life
: Where were you yesterday?
The phone had been dead cold!
: Busy, you can say.
: You? In what may I ask?
: Dear, of course you can.
: . . .
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February 12, 2009 09:46 PM EST --
S k u ll
(To Robert)
“I shall rise once again.”
The eyes of the young stag blink;
close in a slow motion.
The profound valley dips itself
into the hue . . .
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January 03, 2009 09:41 PM EST --
Secret Seashore
(To Julia)
Framed within the coconut leaves
the breaking waves at the gold sandbar
play with sunshine on rest.
Is it your own secret . . .
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February 20, 2009 09:50 PM EST --
His Houses
he has grown through a home
of late night car’s purring,
of drunken returns
and of mother’s hushed ‘shhh’.
He has grown through the roof;
he has shot out . . .
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