caught up in the stream
of things
the streamers I made as a 10-year-old
still hanging from the rec room ceiling where my father tacked them
a long ago place
never touched
and now a new place
that takes me back to when I was 21 and how much I couldn’t enjoy my life then
SOB with me
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Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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April 14, 2010 at 8:13 am
mariana
Memory works in misterious ways. The famous stream of consciousness relates.
April 14, 2010 at 10:33 am
Bryan Borland
“the streamers I made as a 10-year-old
still hanging from the rec room ceiling where my father tacked them”
Cool visual. This is a time warp of a poem… 10/21 but spoken from a place beyond both.
April 15, 2010 at 6:45 am
jessiecarty
wonderful fresh way to think about stream of consciousness. love this one!
April 15, 2010 at 3:54 pm
okbobok
i found your blog b/c of vlog #2 on bryan’s blog. THEN i watched vl#1 here. THEN i got swept up in this poem and started wondering about my own stream(s) of consciousness and how little i pay attention to them (thanks for posting!). THEN i noticed the livetrafficthingy on the side of your blog and i got freaked out a little.
all in all, a great blog. can’t wait to read more of your thoughts!
April 17, 2010 at 9:00 pm
blonderblondest
very good work
i like the style of this
you tell a nice story in few words
i love that