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Snapshot Poem 31 Oct ’07
the garden is buried in leaves and soam I Enjoy your All Hallows Eve — tomorrow the marathon begins. Continue reading
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My WiLD SeLF
Ha! There I am: a lio-sha-fly-tiger. If you have children (or child-like people) at your house, send them off to BuiLD YouR WiLD SeLF at the Bronx Zoo. Lots of silly fun, there. And if you think that’s scary, look at Itsy-Bitsy: My aunt tells me she looks angry in this photo. Well of course… Continue reading
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Snapshot Poem 10 October 02007
This day is too gray for profundity. I woke to roofers hammering, shingles flying past my window; both dogs quietly asleep, pressed against my knees. The birches are a shower of gold, with a few withered brown leaves, holding, holding on. MP3 File Continue reading
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snapshot poem 12 september 2007
this hand is unused to the pen i am awkward, clumsy i drop the glass — i fall down this garden – neglected fading — drooping this garden is still beautiful i leap from my dreams i do not walk, i do not pick up after myself i do not look i do not breathe… Continue reading
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Ask the Agony Cats
Dear AgonyCats: I am a 14 year old cat that lives with two small dogs. I get along fine with them and we even all sleep on our person’s bed together. My question is, why do these canines sniff under my tail whenever they get a chance? I would never do that to them or… Continue reading
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