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Month: January 2009

  • 12/12/06, with edits, as yet untitled.

    Estelle parked her walker, sat on the couch, and died. That’s the story. She was born, she lived, and she died. Still.   Yesterday had been a little better to Estelle.  Her head didn’t hurt so much, and her skin didn’t droop so low.  Her voice didn’t shake and could be heard over the air…

  • 8/24/03, Discomfort

    Discomfort, not raging pain, is what brings her here, now, to this place. She didn’t have to come; she could have waited just a bit longer to make sure she had enough reason, conviction to satisfy her and him. As usual, it was a quick decision. Or was it? In the aftermath, every decision autopsied…

  • Prelude, Destiny is Bullshit

    This is how it’s destined to go.   You’ll be a little stale but crunchy and sweet You’ll leave an aftertaste that demands more of you I’ll open you up almost immediately and spill your contents forth I’ll pull my hair back lick my lips take a bite roll you around in my mouth savoring…

  • Dueling, Dueting

    Here’s how on-the-same-page poeticgrin and I are.     poeticgrin’s email:   Medicated Lady.  This is the same conversation we just had.   medicatedlady: What do you like to eat? poeticgrin: Cheeseburgers. medicatedlady: I love cheeseburgers.   What are you talking about?     My version:   This was our conversation.   Him (yesterday): you paint…

  • P.S. I (heart) you…

    because no one else has ever called me or my writing gentle because you don’t tire of me because you recognize insufferable positivity is positively insufferable because you encourage me to curse because somehow, some way, you get me because you pacify my angst with your words and tell me there, there it’s not so…

  • Overdue

    Due warning: this is NOT a creative or funny post. Unless you want to be subjected to paragraphs and paragraphs of endless venting and bitching, go ahead and move on to someone else’s blog and come back here soon. I adore you, dear reader; I just have issues that the medication is not smothering at…

  • On Blogging Poetics

    Anonymous poetry is better than anonymous sex While he’ll snore and creep like a coward You, dearest reader, will see me in the morning and be able to look me in the soul He’ll bear his ass But you’ll bear witness and be strong enough to comment on it

  • Not as Good as the Previous Poem

    Life is meandering and stupid Let’s get to the fucking punchline already Let’s laugh at everyone else and pretend none of the pretention applies to us Let’s point and stare at all the idiots Let’s be above them Let’s ruin our days, years, lives and never know what for or why or how come Let’s…

  • Grit

    there’s dirt and food under my nails simply washing my hands doesn’t rid me of it I have to painstakingly dig under each one water purifying them rinsing the grit away as if.

  • Disconnect

    So he’ll be leaving soon when he’s been gone all along.   For a flash of a second, someone turned the blaring overhead lights on when I had painstakingly taken measures to make sure the room was dim.   Low lighting hides all flaws or at the very least, softens them. What’s seen in starkness…