Monthly Archives: January 2014

First Mornings of the World 1& 2

  I started this in 2009 and have, I think, at least 25 progressions.  I didn’t remember that I still had copies.  What I intended to do with it, or why I was writing it.  I’ll have to read through … Continue reading

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No ambition

Yesterday, I wept for lovers who are no more, singing Requiems. They say tears heal, but I keep picking at scabs, replaying my grief. I seem to be stuck in a holding pattern, this week, or to use a better … Continue reading

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My Secret Identity #2 Tarzan-8/26/2005

My Secret Identity #2 Tarzan-8/26/2005 I was 12 when I began to understand that men excited me in a way that women never would. His name was James, but we, my sister and I, called him Tarzan. My sister gave … Continue reading

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2013 Oscar Nominations

2013 Academy Award Nominations Supporting Actor Barkhad Abdi- Captain Phillips Bradley Cooper- American Hustle Michael Fassbender- 12 Years a Slave Jonah Hill- The Wolf of Wall Street **Jared Leto- Dallas Buyers Club Supporting Actress Sally Hawkins– Blue Jasmine Jennifer Lawrence- … Continue reading

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Questions Do roses know when they begin to fade? Do pigeons fancy themselves as doves? Do dead poets care about accolades? Exactly where are below, above? May 10, 2003

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Realities Walking through the summer rain, I marveled I’d found love, again, But when I turned for his embrace, I met myself, face to face. Life is but a fool’s illusion, an exercise in self-delusion; noon is sweet midnight’s womb, … Continue reading

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August 25, 2003

August 25, 2003 I claim no ache to be eternal; how weary to forever Be. My life has always seemed on the edge of too much to bear, but I always bore it. Now I feel too old, too tired, … Continue reading

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