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The Portmanteau: poetry month

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Follow me on Twitter. I ♥ poetry. A handful of stones. Laurable's Poetry Audio Links. Our Faces Sometimes Touch. The Poetry Book Society. The sound of splinters. The view from here. World Class Poetry Blog. I ♥ food. I ♥ music. And Before The First Kiss. Everybody Cares, Everybody Understands. Nothing But Green Lights. Song, by Toad. I ♥ art and craft. Book By Its Cover. My love for you is a stampede of horses. Pikaland: The Illustrated Life. Thursday, 1 April 2010. The " cruellest month. Well, in the US.

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THE MONTUCKY REVIEW: RECANTED

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Tuesday, July 14, 2015. There are hidden letters after x, y, z. Except in the dusty history halls in library whispers. Forgotten in the murk of the dark ages. When children would sing-song smiling. Through twenty-six friends,. Always in order, always tidy. The harmony rose up through the major scale. To resolve softly on the ultimate consonant. Before those toddlers’ faces turned grimace. To continue the blackly dirge. Past that darkened horizon lay horror. For in those hidden murky corners. Zygote in My...

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Musings Along Electric Avenue: RICE AND MEANS

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Saturday, September 11, 2010. People of means do not eat rice. Risotto is a rich person’s dish, the name dressed up as much as the simple kernel itself. Fifty pound bags of granular substance are reserved for second and third world countries. To make a meal of rice is so un-American, it is justified only by the accompaniment beans and maracas. Yet this snubbed food symbolizes home to me. Not because I am from a rice country, but because we didn’t have much. Labels: rice to riches. Disenthralled - Issue 4.

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Living the Short Story: July 2009

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Living the Short Story. Stories I Like and Lit Crit Lite. Saturday, July 25, 2009. Chekhov's "Sleepy": When Baby Murder Doesn't Seem So Bad. 160;           . Can you think of a storyteller so adept at his skill that his readers find themselves sympathetic to the murder of a baby? In the middle period of his career, Anton Chekhov accomplished just such a feat. Chekhov’s “Sleepy”. The lamp flickers. The patch of green and the shadows are set in. Slumbering brain are fashioned into misty visions. Beyond the...

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Musings Along Electric Avenue: 51st State: Newest Mexico

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Wednesday, August 25, 2010. 51st State: Newest Mexico. In an age when illegal immigrants from Mexico aren’t deterred by barbed wire, gunfire, or Arizona’s legalized profiling, isn’t it time to redirect those millions of taxpayer dollars and invest them in a sure-fire plan? For a year’s budget that goes to fighting drugs in the U.S. that slip from in Mexico, it could be stopped permanently with one swift military action. Why haven’t we then? Without drug money and drug lord interference, North American ma...

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Constance Stadler: December 2008

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Stadler has been writing, publishing, and editing poetry from the ‘prehistoric’ epoch of print journals to modern e-times. She has recently published two full collections Paper Cuts (Calliope Media Press) and, with Rich Follett, Responsorials (Neopoiesis Press) as well as two chaps Tinted Steam (Shadow Archer Press) and Sublunary Curse (Erbacce). A new ebook has just been released, Rummaging in the Attic (Differentia Press). Wednesday, December 17, 2008. Posted by Constance Stadler. Of our wounds with.

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Musings Along Electric Avenue: Till Cold Feet Do Us Part

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Wednesday, March 24, 2010. Till Cold Feet Do Us Part. As an adult with a thermostat-regulated gas furnace, no wood to chop, and insulated walls, there is little need for this New England bedroom staple. But like warm cookies and hot chocolate, it is a comfort, a guilty pleasure. But unlike such American staples as Star Wars and Corvette, the original benefited from its update: the electric mattress pad. Labels: couple fight cold. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Disenthralled - Issue 4.

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The Devil's Club: Waking Up in Detroit

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The Devil's Club is where Robert E. Livingood types some of his stories. It is also his favorite plant–a large thorny species, prolific in the temperate Northwest, with purgative berries and a medicinal root used to ward off malevolence. Saturday, 14 December 2013. Waking Up in Detroit. Photo: Yves Marchand and Romain Meffre. Organized criminals distributing junk brought over on U.S. military aircraft from Asia to hometown street gangs, flooding communities of disenfranchised blacks at the dawn o...Do wh...

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The Portmanteau: food for thought: of baking, Proust and square sausage

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Follow me on Twitter. I ♥ poetry. A handful of stones. Laurable's Poetry Audio Links. Our Faces Sometimes Touch. The Poetry Book Society. The sound of splinters. The view from here. World Class Poetry Blog. I ♥ food. I ♥ music. And Before The First Kiss. Everybody Cares, Everybody Understands. Nothing But Green Lights. Song, by Toad. I ♥ art and craft. Book By Its Cover. My love for you is a stampede of horses. Pikaland: The Illustrated Life. Sunday, 14 March 2010. I think that weekends on The Portmanteau.