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Prose & Poetry
September 15, 2009. Fortunately or unfortunately, this is going to be my last post on this blog :neutral:. As a last hurrah, enjoy this poem:. Tax his land,. Tax his bed,. At which he’s fed. Tax his tractor,. Tax his mule,. Tax his cow,. Tax his goat,. Tax his pants,. Tax his ties,. Tax his shirt,. Tax his work,. Tax his tobacco,. Tax his drink,. Tax him if he. Tax his cigars,. Tax his beers,. If he cries,. Tax his car,. Tax his gas,. To tax his ass. Tax all he has. Then let him know. Till he has no dough.
Prose and Pose – Short story blog
This is our town – 3 min short story/ poem. February 28, 2017. March 11, 2017. Hiss of samosas hitting the frying pan. Crackle from chips being wrapped. Vibrating boom from the record stall. This is our ends. The air alive with spices and smoke and handshakes and happy. Chuckles and street cackles bounce around the market. The paved streets lined with locals with rich stories. Faces familiar and friendly. Undeterred. This will always be our town. Let me know your thoughts in the comments below! Beautiful...
Prose and Potatoes
Monday, January 23, 2012. I woke in the middle of the night to a thunderstorm, and I enjoyed celebrating this rainy birthday with lunch with a good friend and an afternoon nap. Saturday, January 7, 2012. On the Changes the New Year will Bring. It's a new year and time for change. 2011 was a good year, but when I look back on what made it good or memorable, only a few of those things are food related:. 2011 was the year:. Amanda and I started an online cooking show Spatula. I grew 50 lbs of sunchokes.
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Prose & Propaganda | Hello citizens…
Nobody Builds Cathedrals Anymore – Little epiphanies on a train in Spain. A decade or so before Lena Dunham and Girls hit the scene, I was a twenty something living in Brooklyn, trying to. Figure it all out. As I made my way around the city drinking sangria for lunch and taking bad pictures with my sad little disposable camera (remember those? No sooner would I look up and see a celestial tile mosaic ceiling in the Alcazar than I’d fly into a violent rage, thinking about the disgusting carpet I just coul...
Prose and Prosody
Stories by Christopher Rodriguez. SAD] 02. Home, Free Home. Running quickly through the silty Summer streets of the city, trailing a mob of be-robbed and vengeful music lovers behind, Rannu realized that a more conventional thought for her to have might be something along the lines of:. I hope I make it out of this alive! I can’t believe he blew it again! She then brought her right leg around, tracing a semi-circle. Of the spit, and. May you rest in piece, old friend. She made it into the alley, and ran ...
Thought Factory - Quora
This page may be out of date. Save your draft. Before refreshing this page. Submit any pending changes before refreshing this page. And all those rhymes. That ever made me wonder. (more). Why is it that Indians, even the well-educated ones, ignore and/or take part in rampant discrimination based on one's state/region of birth and religion? I will give three arguments that make the picture a little clearer and then you can dec. (more). Written 16 Nov, 2013. Infographic of the day: Cost of Drug Abuse.
Creative writing, fiction, poetry, short stories | Prose and Rhyme
Creative writing, fiction, poetry, short stories. June 28, 2013 by Bob Vavilis. Middot; Leave a Comment. Wavering fingers pried open the box. Hypnotic stare at the pieces. A thousand components of her life…. Pieces tumbled, falling on the table. The assembly was considered. She began to negotiate the border, the wall around her life. The setting of her existence. The realm of cause and effect. Struggling, fumbling, with the border, fearing to place the last piece. The wall could not contain her. Comforta...
Prose and Shit
Earth and its lone moon. Dance upon the fabric of Spacetime,. Following their paths of orbit. Like models upon an orrery. Tumbling through the desolate vacuum of the Cosmos. Like a child’s top spinning around upon the sidewalk. We are akin to mites on the infinite scale of the Universe;. We can only wonder:. What more is there to see. Beyond our galaxy,. Or the limits of what we can perceive? Posted 1 year ago. Oh, Lonely Black Sheep! Where the Black Sheep are cast,. And nurtured without discrimination.
Prose and Thorn
Prose and Thorn is the place to read pointed prose with a progressive social and political slant. Thursday, January 08, 2015. Freedom and the assertion of the true self. They had something to say, these journalists. They could not say nothing, even though it was obvious their government could not protect them. Links to this post. Saturday, November 29, 2014. Ferguson fallout: justice dancing on the head of a pin. Links to this post. Saturday, November 22, 2014. 8220;The idea that the people can simply ge...
