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Monthly Archives: December 2010
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Craven cravings for craftiness and lightcracked the window on a sol-filled tarde,and the snow subsided, from left to right,leaning like Texas speed towards the swarthyDominican priest-pitcher, heaving feet, metrical patterns that slide out of sigh… Continue reading
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The young alligator with golden teethcannot run in zigzag for what it’s worth,and I can’t live in a push-up beneaththe Florida sun, near the torrid earth:Agriculture “made” us into oxen, and the Oregon Trail made us “Indians,”veritable engines of … Continue reading
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Sloppily written, but at least it’s onthe page. Growing up is like a sportivepursuit of change. Football. Otis Nixonplayed baseball. My attempts were abortive:So I picked up a guitar, a pen, plume, and I got to designing my liquidrhymes that were … Continue reading
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As we drag our feet towards the center ofthe universe, a scroll unfolds in space,and its bright ink pulled by a gentle dovespeaks to the happy soul with goals in place:”I hang on the edge of the galactic language and pull the strings from ten perc… Continue reading
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