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Archive for April, 2011

On the secret news

He told me he wanted to tell me something which he didn’t want me to tell anyone. My response was “Who would I tell anyway?” Of course, in retrospect, there are quite a few people I could tell, including you. And granted, you don’t know him, or even really me, or anyone else involved, but I feel compelled to silence.

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On the official Mother’s Day entry

Mother once described the form of each piece as “everybody plays a song, and then a bunch of other stuff happens, and then they play the song again and stop.” (Those of you who know about jazz improvisational forms are probably laughing your asses off, and the rest of you are like “Um , okay, I don’t get the joke.” It’s fine. Just move on.)

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On makeup and hiding

Who was she and what character was she becoming? Where could she be going on a Saturday morning where her face was not welcome in its natural state? With every new color she added, she surprised me, because I thought the previous one would be sufficient, but apparently it was not…

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#PoetryCorner Friday: Burlesque

My socks came up to my knees.
It would have been way too much trouble
to undress…

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On stupid fights

You get into a tiff with a friend over something truly stupid. I mean something so stupid you feel stupid just repeating it out loud. Something like “you walked right by me and didn’t say hello, you jackass!”…

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#MusicMonday: You’ve got a friend

Just call out my name, and you know wherever I am I’ll come running…

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Six Word Saturday: On starting over

Now begins the season of deluge…

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Poetry Corner Friday: Angel

But why should you be like me?
I’m no angel…

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On a springtime celebration

I celebrate my non-conformity and insubordination. (I heard those two words quite a bit in high school; the former from my peers and the latter from the dean.) I celebrate the fact that I’m not dead yet despite my best efforts. I celebrate the Rite of Spring, and the fact that it gets warmer every year after the winter is over.

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On matricide

It will not be enough to simply kill mother. It would then be necessary to clean the blood off the tiles, and out of the grout between the tiles. And then, to pick up the tiles and clean the blood out from under them, where it will have invariably seeped. Quickly, quickly, before it stains…

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