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  • On Loss

    I think I may have lost my mojo. I’m almost sure I had it at one point. I think I might have been sexy once. Way back, last summer, maybe. The most alluring thing…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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,…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…