December 2012

Kindness

December 23, 2012

Written by Naomi Shahib Nye: Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, feel the future dissolve in a moment like salt in a weakened broth. What you held in your hand, what you counted and carefully saved, all this must go so you know how desolate the landscape can be between […]

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Norman

December 20, 2012

Sometimes I feel like Norman Bates Who kept his mother In a rocking chair Long after she was dead Her rotting corpse And skeletal remains Must have smelled Really bad But she rocked Slowly Through his life With him Always there Somewhere Her stench Permeating his life Something he could never escape Even though he […]

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Locker Room

December 20, 2012

The girls in the locker room Blow dry their pubes Streams of warm air Brush and coif The wet and warm Curly, squirly hair And I swear For just a second A look of ecstasy Crosses their faces They move up their bodies With warm air Blowing their long strands Of damp hair Off their […]

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Soft

December 13, 2012

In the days when things were soft The wind blew the blossom Petals Across the lawn In flurries of small pink Puffs Of fragile, flimsy stuff Gathered into Wet piles We kicked and sprayed Into the fresh air Spring Had sprung Into action And we were Outside Again Happy Again When things were soft

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Same old same old

December 2, 2012

Where is that Same old place So easy to get to So hard to leave The same old place I love to hate Hate to love But I do anyway Same old same old Like old slippers Worn torn Trodden down How could you Let them go? Poor things When they still fit So well […]

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