Short and Sweet

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Wednesday, February 7, 2007

More "short and sweets" from my blogit salad days

Omnipotence or impotence, I can't discern the two Am I writing for posterity or just a friend or two? Pain and pleasure One friend's brother died this week I discovered the music of Imogen Heap Another friend is in despair There are kittens on my underwear My baby neice has learned to walk There are... Sign in to see full entry.

Does your writing ever accidentally predict the future?

I wrote this on June 4, 24 days before my 9-year anniversary and 20 days before my marriage ended. I found it while combing through my "assimilated" blog on blogit. It sounds so much like I knew I was about to have my comfort zone challenged beyond all reckoning. Maybe part of me did. Sinecure I am... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 5, 2007

Man-maid

One fact that makes me certain of mankind’s insanity is that the sexy mermaid myth sprang from the gentle manatee. Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, February 3, 2007

Diction-aerie

Intro: Ophelia, after being drive to distraction by Hamlet's apparent desertion and the death of her father: They bore him barefaced on the bier; Hey non nonny, nonny, hey noony; And in his grave rain'd many a tear:— Fare you well, my dove Sting and the Police: De do do do, de da da da Is all I want... Sign in to see full entry.

In which I embrace the Ab Lounge

This writer CAN do an abdominal crunch I just feel more at home at my books or at lunch Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, February 2, 2007

Pretty

I played a pretty minuet I thought was sure to please But the world said, "Pretty has a price. Now get down on your knees." *I'm not sure what this poem means or, rather, I am sure. It's about disillusionment—based not on actual events but a psychic landscape. It's about the beauty and hope that... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 1, 2007

Liana

Our many loves bind like liana vines, tangling thicker with the passage of time Those without the stomach to hack them away navigate nooses made of fading yesterdays Some make a bridge of the stoutest of these cords, 'til a deftly-twined ladder sways across the deepest gorge One thread may be... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, January 29, 2007

Cosmic pickup lines. . .

I wrote this one once: "Come sink with me into Plutonian depths of pleasure and dissolution." And Pablo Neruda wrote this one once: "I want to do to you what spring does to the cherry trees" Who wrote your favorite cosmic pick-up line, or would you care to spin one now? Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, January 28, 2007

Jukebox Love Song: A short and sweet by Langston Hughes

I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a crown, Take the Lenox Avenue buses, Taxis, subways, And for your love song tone their rumble down. Take Harlem's heartbeat, Make a drumbeat, Put it on a record, let it whirl, And while we listen to it play, Dance with... Sign in to see full entry.

Random lines. . . .

found while cleaning my room. Once we were inseparable Now we're just irreperable Dracula: "You try living with anemia." What other goodies might I come across? Maybe a bed to sleep in and a floor, maybe the great American novel! Sign in to see full entry.

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