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Sometimes I Fall Down: 08.14
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Sometimes I Fall Down. Here She Dove and Did Not Rise; Here She was Never More Happy. Friday, August 1, 2014. August challenge to myself: 31 days of editing and submitting. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). This is where I'll post poetry and essays just because I can. As an artist I always want critiques, and as an Aries Moon I can damn handle whatever you've got. View my complete profile. Here are some poets I admire. Jennifer E. Hudgens. Here are some Blogs I endorse. Megan Chapman's Studio blog.
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Sometimes I Fall Down: Trip Home 01
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Sometimes I Fall Down. Here She Dove and Did Not Rise; Here She was Never More Happy. Saturday, May 16, 2015. Tomorrow morning I'm flying home. And after three weeks at home. I'll go back home. I buy lunch on the street and dinner too. I pay for things mostly in coins, some paper, never plastic. I don't drink the tap water. I don't put my trash in a dumpster, I wait for the truck playing cute music to come by and take it down (or more often than not my roommate does because I'm at work). I'll be experien...
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Sometimes I Fall Down: 08.13
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Sometimes I Fall Down. Here She Dove and Did Not Rise; Here She was Never More Happy. Thursday, August 29, 2013. I took the longest writing. Sunday, August 11, 2013. A Poem for Cory. A Poem for Cory by Ginna Funk Wallace. A poem about cigars! Made for this fundraiser. Sunday, August 4, 2013. Rough Draft for Paul. Tell me what it’s like to be a house. To have a ten bedroom heart,. Ten beds per room,. Room for all, tell me what it’s like. To be a hallway. Lined with couches, hung. With art, a kitchen.
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Sometimes I Fall Down: enough soul and a home
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Sometimes I Fall Down. Here She Dove and Did Not Rise; Here She was Never More Happy. Wednesday, April 29, 2015. Enough soul and a home. Enough soul and a home. After francine j harris. Every soul deserves a good arm. Chair and a grave. The soul says,. No more cell in my living room. In my grave. There's a christmas tree. Still up in the corner, in May, garlanded. With teeth. and souls. Take it down, says the cell. to the grave. I stopped listening to the cell. Carved. Off my ears with a wooden spoon,.
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Lady Things!: October 2009
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Your personal resource for all your frilly lace handkerchiefs, pink parasols, and general.ladies'.shit. Friday, 30 October 2009. By Brom. Go do it. You know you want to. Friday, 23 October 2009. All your headaches are belong to me. I am not well. I blame Obama for my weather-change flu. Monday, 19 October 2009. And now, for something completely different. I'm leaving Houston, moving (again! Tomorrow. Yes, am terrified. Ermoh The reason I'm actually updating is cause Severin Koller. With the beautiful che...
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Lady Things!: May 2009
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Your personal resource for all your frilly lace handkerchiefs, pink parasols, and general.ladies'.shit. Friday, 29 May 2009. Usually, when someone's skin makes me want to cry, it means they're a massive trauma burn victim. Wednesday, 27 May 2009. When i'm tired of living. Sunday, 24 May 2009. I have found a new artist to be madly in love with. Also, I can has a new iPod? Friday, 22 May 2009. I can't believe i forgot severin. Sunday, 17 May 2009. First of all, Betts rang. Squee! Saturday, 16 May 2009.
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Verbatim Found Poetry: July 2015
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How to write a Verbatim poem. A year ago last September. A YEAR AGO LAST SEPTEMBER TWO ladies with a child. Were travelling on the Hudson River cars,. One of whom offered a seat to a middle aged gentleman. With light whiskers or goatee. Slightly gray, who kindly pointed out to her. The red leaved trees. And said he had a number of them on his place. And made himself otherwise agreeable;. And when she was leaving him. Ten miles this side of where he stopped). Gave her a parting embrace, which she has never.
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The Wicket Weaver: February 2007
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Let me weave a welcome strand Into your weary, wind-swept, sleep. Tuesday, February 20, 2007. So I bloody changed it. Yes, so I did. at the request of a friend (and since its her birthday and I have nothing else to give her) Pathetic, I know. But I like it better, the black was messing with my mind after awhile. And you know what they (Benny Hill) says, "Its better to have a rich husband then a lover thats a nervous wreck.". Wait that doesn't work. oh well nevermind then. Posted by thisisme @ 3:46 PM.
