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my guts strung out: Two Haiku
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My guts strung out. Saturday, May 15, 2010. For that moment I. Held on to a fair-the-well,. Watching you lay brick. Against his pebbled road sits. A toad needing kissed. Labels: short stories and poetry haiku. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). When I asked,. I asked for two lumps! I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it. Alice Walker - The Color Purple. Hear the loud alarum bells-. What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
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my guts strung out: today comes early
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My guts strung out. Friday, October 16, 2009. Insomnia starts the day. Glancing at the clock for the umpteenth time, and three, well maybe five cups of old coffee later, my eyelids open to find ants invading the bathroom. Poison for them, another cup for me listening to my honey in bed snoring away. I begin to think about his dreams and wonder if I'm even in them? If so, does his nose move towards it, diving down to the pit of love? These visions could drive me crazy. October 16, 2009 at 5:16 PM. Walking...
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my guts strung out: Lynette,
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My guts strung out. Friday, December 3, 2010. Here once was a Caterpillar, until it was no longer. Labels: short stories and poetry vignettes. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). When I asked,. I asked for two lumps! I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it. Alice Walker - The Color Purple. Hear the loud alarum bells-. What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! There was a wet sort of explosion,. Audible for several miles.
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my guts strung out: Strings
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My guts strung out. Monday, September 6, 2010. Here, in a fisticuffs of prose, sits idle the writer. Sometime across the page a note sings, but mostly they sit waiting perusal. A big tree grows up my naked behind, the grass itches, and whatever I see, I do. This cannot be helped and is what has taken my life to grow to an enriched place upon the grass, itching, green, and crawling against me. Yup, real words are like that this hallucination of life: calling, and answering, and just doing their thing agai...
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my guts strung out: An Old Melon
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My guts strung out. Monday, March 16, 2009. Unk on the table. An old melon draws gnats. With a hot heady putrefying scent. O much like you. In accenting the sofa. Your martini’s olive. Labels: short stories and poetry poetry. I wonder who you're calling 'an old melon'. Does he/she mind? Doesn't matter - they are the perils of knowing a writer. March 28, 2009 at 2:43 PM. The old melon is love. November 9, 2009 at 7:25 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). When I asked,. I asked for two lumps! Chronicles...
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my guts strung out: Amy
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My guts strung out. Thursday, June 16, 2011. She of course can hear what you say, but the words don’t register the same inside her shell. We’d thought to simply put her back in to the Ocean, but such a fragile animal isn’t likely to survive, and Jane thought the spots of her shell quite unique 'worthy of collection'. How could any one in their right mind think 'little Amy' might like 'that' named after her? Labels: short stories and poetry short stories. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). When I asked,.
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my guts strung out: educating quietly
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My guts strung out. Wednesday, February 9, 2011. Greened up in a pickling jar. A fetal float hangs suspended,. Down upon us children. Testing our 2 point 5s. Amid rushing, anxious. Of life’s ultimate failure. Im enjoying what Ive read here so far. Stumbled upon your blog while looking up this string of search words: Robin with worm blue. Some of your stuff reminds me of my own. You should make it so people can follow you. I might forget that youre here- my brain is getting old. April 3, 2011 at 11:28 AM.
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my guts strung out: God's Mountain
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My guts strung out. Wednesday, February 11, 2009. Nce lived two boys, Omar and Hassain, in a village at the foot of a great mountain. Passing by it one day, the notion to climb passed through their young heads. It was said by elders in the village to be a mountain of God, and in climbing to its top one could hear his voice; and so the two set out. Labels: short stories and poetry my favorite pieces. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). When I asked,. I asked for two lumps! Alice Walker - The Color Purple.
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my guts strung out: End
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My guts strung out. Thursday, November 6, 2008. Swift blade severs head there's steam. Comes from the basket. Labels: short stories and poetry haiku. That oine does hit one in the guts Steve! November 6, 2008 at 9:19 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). When I asked,. I asked for two lumps! I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it. Alice Walker - The Color Purple. Hear the loud alarum bells-. What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
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my guts strung out: To Alice
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My guts strung out. Friday, December 4, 2009. Purchased the old locket while shopping one day. On the inside it reads in scrawled calligraphy, “To Alice”, also there is a bit of hair under a glass: brown, curly, and soft. Now it is true that I do not know whom Alice was, is, or what relationship she had to this hair but it is nice hair. A pleasant waitress named Alice waited on me a few weeks ago; maybe that’s it? Labels: short stories and poetry vignettes. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Wandering d...
