carding fluff
- When in doubt, Helvetica.
- Go zen or go home.
- Being odd is auspicious.
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7 – between memories
January 8, 2010 - 12:38 am
Tags: journal, prolix, the year of thinking recklessly
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If we do not write, we will forget and be forgotten.
[I'm reminded of my late maternal grandfather who would keep rectangles of cardboard torn from cigarette cartons in his pocket and use them to note down any thing of interest. He was a meticulous record-keeper, and each family member had their own file in the [...]
6 – dream things
January 7, 2010 - 11:37 am
Tags: prolix, the year of thinking recklessly
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Have you ever seen
the girl who can cry confetti?
Every shake of her head
scatters the celebrations
from her lachrymals
She wants to baptize you
In paper rainbows.
It’s freaky, I know.
But don’t turn away,
you can’t drown.
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5 – between memories
January 5, 2010 - 11:02 pm
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Food, friends, family; A full house makes for a big home.
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4 – between memories
January 4, 2010 - 11:51 pm
Tags: florence 2007, journal, prolix, the year of thinking recklessly, tripping
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While walking through the renaissance in Florence, I found the Madonna on the floor With chalky tears from the hand of an Asian master. I dodged the dervishes; shroud swirling Senegalese. Fong kong penny prada… Sunglasses for Shehnaz… Polizia! And they take up the dance With their sheets up to the sky, and gone, just [...]
3 – completion made manifest
January 3, 2010 - 5:47 pm
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Our love comes down to bread, milk and bananas.
The staff of life,
The stuff of bones,
The stomach-cramping fruit, his favourite whole,
I can only eat them baked, cooked or blended.
Our love comes down to who picks up the socks,
And who leaves them on the floor.
Who switches on the lights
And who changes the lightbulbs.
We’ve scaled no mountains (well, [...]
2 – between memories
January 2, 2010 - 5:39 pm
Tags: journal, prolix, the year of thinking recklessly
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I don’t trust clowns. Ever since one stole from me. I was ten and he was shorter than me. He asked for a kiss just on the cheek and I felt stupid bending my knees. My lips brushed pass yesterday’s shave and then a rubber pout, with the memory of booze before I knew what [...]
1 – promises
January 1, 2010 - 5:38 pm
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Mummy asked about you Daddy, Asked me why I didn’ write, It’s not that you’re out of mind Daddy, Just the words were not in sight.
I didn’ forget you Daddy, Wasn’ that I didn’t care to write, I know you get these letters Daddy, That’s what they told me. Right?
We’re doin pretty good Daddy, A [...]
And after, an overwritten rooster
November 22, 2009 - 6:52 am
Tags: journal, prolix, take-a-walk-through-my-world-a-little-monarchy-in-my-he
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At 2am, the magnificence of the night was defiled by unholy shit spewing from the house five doors away.
She stuffed the comforter into her ears and began to think really loudly.
But there was this one note.
Stubborn and self-preserving; it crawled to the top of the aural shitpile, jack-booting the doof-doof-waas and emerged filthy and triumphant.
It [...]
From the Archives
September 22, 2009 - 11:34 am
Tags: archives, BO, prolix, take-a-walk-through-my-world-a-little-monarchy-in-my-head
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I’ve a folder named Misc on my pc where I stash things that don’t quite fit anywhere else. In it I discovered a few vintage pre-blog typings. This one is probably circa 2004. It’s one of those arb ‘eh?’ pieces.
Today’s random regurgitation-
Bad BO-yfriend…………
I once went out with a guy who had really bad BO. [...]
keeper of the bones
June 23, 2009 - 11:49 pm
Tags: prolix
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they do not
make for
reading chairs;
these piles of bone.
jarring phalanges
too intimate,
nudge and press the skin
of our seats with that night
etched deep into calcium.
the bones are still
and we can not.
left-bum-right-bum
shift and sway.
piles of bones
do not make for
tea-time ottomans
but do brew
things you could never guess to tell
just by looking at her,
those never-never-agains
and silly-lost selves,
found now to ossify,
and dissolve [...]
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September 14, 2009 - 12:01 pm
i like the last one