Thunder seizes
fist to throat.
Falling leaves,
tapping fingers
street noises, rain--
all remind me of tears,
our pain--and that
only you get me.
Only you can get me
so crazy with anger
so hungry for peace.
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James R. Kincaid, an English prof. at USC, has been writing in The Slate, and practically everywhere else, about how we are given to autom...
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(Sorry to have been so solipsistic--although The Yunus Nobel and the Desai Booker provided the much-needed antidote to that : ) I have b...
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Sunlight. arrogance sees, sleeps Now i understand: every thing you say. In the dark. heartbeat dee...
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Friends and old neighbors shutting it down in honor of John Crawford. _
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Today is the birthday of the best sister in the whole world (mine:)! Happy, Happy Birthday, Chelli! [AA, my favorite aunt in the whole wor...
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At had us pose for this pic up at Aunt R's place on Lake Huron so he could put it up in his dorm. "Don't tur... -
Yesterday at lunch with the awesome Pied Piper and an accomplished, pioneering writer whose anonymity we shall preserve, Piper turned to me...
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She knows that the child and his friend --another child-- read her words. She hides small messages of hope and love ...
1 comment:
love this one. esp. the last three lines.
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