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    Take A Peek

    Monday, August 30th, 2010

    i like to look in peoples’ windows while they work that’s why i leave my blinds open

    The Clacking Keys

    Sunday, August 29th, 2010

    Charlie was not late.  Though his lonely feet dragged one after another in an endless motion towards the rail station, he was early.  His hat fell down his forehead a bit, and the dust from the road rose and fell with every forward stomp.  No longer did the pretty girls on arms of other fellows [...]

    Uncut

    Wednesday, August 11th, 2010

    Dogs in heat are validating, yes. And horribly, terribly, irritating. Adolescent boys are just like stupid male dogs. And premenstrual dogs are just like whiny, needy premenstrual female women. And as nice as it is to be validated, I’m rather over having uncut dogs in my home. She bleeds on the floor. He has tunnel [...]

    #2551

    Sunday, August 8th, 2010

    Ya gonna be who ya gonna be Ain’t nobuddy gonna stop ya now But ya sound a little off to me Cuz, ya talkin like ya someone else What happend to tha kid I knew Sweet kid wit a million dreams Gone off and got herself some dope Ass friends and a phat tattoo Gettin [...]

    Broken Culture

    Saturday, August 7th, 2010

    Sometimes I feel like I’m the only one
    Who feels less comfortable
    Seeing two men holding guns
    Than to see them holding hands

    (paraphrased quote I read once; can’t get out of my head)

    Man’s Best Friend

    Friday, July 30th, 2010

    The neighbor’s dog was hit by a car at 11p last night. It woke me up from a deep sleep, and then I couldn’t go back to sleep because I worried about him. The neighbor and the dog.

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    Confusion, dog howling, things that go bump in the night
    Tearful cries out, ghostly from a canine’s jaw
    Teenaged boy sped too much along our residential streets
    Shattered right in front of the man of “man’s best friend”
    Spent my time praying for them last night

    A Single Quiet Voice

    Thursday, July 29th, 2010

    Near the center of the atrium at The Children’s Hospital, an eighteen year old girl with the voice of an angel is sitting on a chair at the center of a semi-circle.

    She hesitates for a moment, drops her chin, and her thin dark hair slips across her fingers holding a guitar. She looks up at the children surrounding her.

    Some lie on the floor on their bellies, arms curled around pillows, and bald heads cradled by soft hats.

    Some lean back in red wagons, teddy bears embraced in hugs, thumbs wrapped by lips.

    Some are in wheelchairs, and a few sit at a table with markers and crayons. Several are tied to IV bags, which adorn them as brave hearts.

    She smiles at one small boy, and takes a breath.

    Her mouth opens, and the sounds of heaven encircle us to the depths of our souls.

    Today, I’m grateful for this girl.

    Dear Girl With The Scornful Eyes,

    Saturday, July 24th, 2010

    I am so sorry for you.

    How can I help?

    My smile isn’t working.

    A Drunk Accompaniment to Piano Man

    Saturday, July 24th, 2010

    I could have sworn I was just awoken to the strange call of a baby or a child being taken away.

    A man’s voice yelled out to the baby something I couldn’t understand.

    The baby responded. Over and over again.

    The man’s voice was near, but the baby’s voice was far. And getting farther.

    And then the dog barked at the sounds.

    I got up and let her outside, like I always do in the middle of the night for her bark.

    I went into the empty bedroom that is my son’s.

    His windows were open, and the breeze lifted the giant purple leaves from the maple tree.

    I stuck my face near to the screen and listened. I looked to see if I could find movement at the park across the street.

    The baby’s voice had disappeared into the roar of the leaves not dry enough to release themselves from the parent tree.

    The baby’s voice morphed into the tinkling of the wind chimes from the neighbor’s yard.

    Even though it’s two A.M., it is not dark; I see nothing.

    The man’s voice dis- what? was that it again?

    I expected to hear the dog bark again in response. The wind in my face pulled me closer to the screen.

    Looking out onto the dark- but not too dark- roof, I felt my body lift from my half sleeping feet.

    And the first thing I thought of was to put it all down.

    Came back downstairs and hear that the neighbor across the street is still awake.

    The Piano Man is playing loudly from his stereo. Funny I didn’t know he listened to anything but country.

    He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

    Friday, July 23rd, 2010

    Regardless of whether
    he does or does not love me
    He bats his eyes
    And looks at me
    with what I would call a longing

    Regardless of whether
    His pawing at me
    Is no indication of loyalty
    When he rubs up against me
    or reaches for me tenderly
    I can’t help but grinning
    Because I love this damn cat

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