My wet, dirty, filthy 2012 New Year’s Resolution

December 31, 2011

Happy New Year’s Eve, lovable, raucous Breed ‘Em and Weepers! This will not be eloquent, not one bit. I love you very much. Thank you for putting up with my quiet, my loopy poems, and my messy brain. I give thanks for you daily (true. daily.). I wish I had a big mansion with an [...]

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So 2011

December 29, 2011

I was going to say that none of us can afford to lose any more people, but that is so 2011. A New Year walks into a bar. Tells the bartender that 2012 can take or leave anyone. Bartender says Yeah, but you still want a drink, right? 2012 shrugs. Punchlines are so 2011. 2012′s [...]

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Karli’s sun

December 29, 2011

She grew up believing that the sun disappeared into the Pacific every night, that she could— if she listened hard enough— hear the hiss as the sea extinguished its daily ball of blinding fire. The ocean, obediently swallowing its nightly pill. Likely conceived in a Wildwood, New Jersey motel, I knew otherwise. I believed that [...]

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two thousand eleven

December 19, 2011

Start with what still is. A brown leaf— or the remnant, be specific— stuck to a white crew sock. The white sock, on your right foot. Your right heel, the indentation it makes in the center of the shabby, vaguely green ottoman. Some things do not allow for specificity. Note that. Beyond the apologetic ottoman [...]

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Sometimes it is necessary

December 16, 2011

“Sometimes it is necessary to reteach a thing its loveliness.” –Galway Kinnell She is tall, red-haired, with bright blue eyes. You would not believe her, if she told you: living under the bridge, lurching for freedom, the puppy, the turning back, the simple need to be heard. How dare she? Instead, they sent her away, [...]

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Sir Jameson Pasha would like you to know

December 10, 2011

I have come a long way. I’m still learning my name. Imagine, not knowing your name, at whatever age you might be now. I might have had a real name, once, but I can’t recall it. This is what happens, when you come a long way. I’ve been called many things, since I made my [...]

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Company

December 4, 2011

Shelly screams at 7:36 a.m. (a good butch scream, she will say, later) When I arrive at the scene of the Something— blotched with blue acne cream, hair on fire without smoke— Shelly is stark naked, wet, clutching a bleach-stained towel to her white skin. The shower is running. A wet-slick, scrawny mouse with too-big [...]

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the biscuit

November 21, 2011

The bank teller squints through the glass into my car. She Has Something To Say. “We’re going to have to put a hold on this,” she says sternly. I feel my shoulders slump. “A hold on it?” “YES, A TWO-DAY HOLD ON THIS CHECK.” “Because the account is overdrawn?” I ask, raising my voice so [...]

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I am saying

November 20, 2011

I picked up the white stone I’d thrown. I added it to the pile of stones.

An offering, to whom? To what? [read more...]

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Goodness, it seems to be November. Hmm.

November 18, 2011

THAT means I’m still going on about OAS — OCCUPY ANIMAL SHELTERS! Get out there, people! Foster! Adopt! Sponsor! Donate!

Still think I’m not talking to you? That I don’t understand, that your life is too complicated? Oh, I understand. But the faces I’ve seen in the shelters? They don’t understand, not so much.

National Adopt a Senior Pet Month, still in full force. You’re needed. Occupy an Animal Shelter, and let a furry body with a big heart Occupy Your Home, today and always.

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