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Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Poem
inspired by Deborah Stratman's
In Order Not To Be Here
What lupine
machinations
operate
(un/seen)
giving us
safe
clean
well-lit
places in the night?
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something about books, covers, and judgment (rambl...
this morning
yesterday morning
the Burgh
the first ten minutes of waking
(ostensibly) finished
Poem
the home stretch
how to get from point A to point B
"Taylorism has been around since Taylor."
there's a mélange in my mouth!
Whitman Sleeps Tonight
cusps, communes, and...
the con
diaphragm v. paradigm?
a short story about the weekend
sorry i opened my mouth
zip it
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