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redballjets: September 2005
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Thursday, September 29, 2005. Have you seen this guy? Do you know him? He appears as graffiti on downtown buildings and doorways in my city. Posted by redballjets at 10:27 PM. Monday, September 05, 2005. Want to see my DNA? My sister said. She was walking down the hallway, and she grabbed hold of something which hung around her neck on a piece of black yarn. I am used to this from her. My science teacher sister goes off to science conferences and learns various scientific experiments which sh...There wer...
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redballjets: March 2006
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Sunday, March 12, 2006. Another time, I was sitting out on my small back deck with friends, drinking wine, and talking about him. It was evening and I was telling my friends about his routines, when all of a sudden we looked up and there he was, sitting right above us on very top of an abandoned telephone pole. Right above our heads. "There he is! Posted by redballjets at 2:48 PM. Springfield, Missouri, United States. View my complete profile. My Book Arts and Image Text. Elise Winn's Things That Are True.
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redballjets: May 2006
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Friday, May 12, 2006. The owl shakes out her feathers after a morning bath. Posted by redballjets at 10:54 PM. He's too big for you anyway! Who needs T.V. when you have this kind of drama? Posted by redballjets at 10:38 PM. Tonight. there's a full moon. Not a blue moon but full even so. I like when the moon is hanging low in the sky, like it's caught in the branches of the oak tree across the street, like it's staring in at me through the window. Posted by redballjets at 10:04 PM. View my complete profile.
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redballjets: December 2005
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Monday, December 12, 2005. I have always loved the "be-" words. Words like become, before. Begin, behave, belong. But some "be-" words are so rarely invoked that when they are used in our company they strike the ear with the sound of something tinny and ancient: Becalm, bedevil, bedraggle. Bethink, betime, betoken. That seemed to break open the dam. We all crowded around and begged, shamelessly. She stopped mid-chew. "What did you say? She stared at me. Posted by redballjets at 8:03 PM. Elise Winn's Thin...
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redballjets: June 2007
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Monday, June 25, 2007. Me 'N everybody else. (Matt, Jon, Case.) We are sitting in front of a gallery on Canyon Road, Santa Fe. Posted by redballjets at 12:52 PM. Sunday, June 24, 2007. This is a Sante Fe window. I took the picture while running down Canyon Road on an early morning seven miler. It was hard to carry my camera for seven miles, but worth it in the end. Posted by redballjets at 1:41 PM. Saturday, June 23, 2007. Posted by redballjets at 10:54 AM. Friday, June 22, 2007. Thursday, June 21, 2007.
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redballjets: July 2005
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Sunday, July 31, 2005. Posted by redballjets at 6:34 PM. Springfield, Missouri, United States. I write poems, short stories- lately flash fiction and short shorts. I've had stories published in Northwest Review, The Literary Review, Big Muddy, Things That Are True, Elder Mountain and others. I've written four books, two collections of poems, a Cherokee narrative and one collection of short stories. Sometimes, I write in my 10 foot travel trailer. View my complete profile. My Book Arts and Image Text.
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redballjets: August 2005
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Saturday, August 27, 2005. Posted by redballjets at 5:29 PM. Monday, August 22, 2005. One of my friends says simply, "He's a funny looking dog." Keeper and I look at each other and wonder. What is it? Tail doesn't go with the head? Whatever it is that makes him look funny to other people, we just can't quite see it. I guess it comes from living too close to the mystery on a daily basis. It's enough to make one want to curl up in a window seat and sleep on it for several hours. Sunday, August 21, 2005.
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redballjets: January 2006
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Saturday, January 21, 2006. I've been telling my sons little things I want them to know. It's sort of like teaching The Meaning of Life, but it's all on the scale of daily minutiae, which is something I understand better anyway. Like with cooking.it's the side dishes that make the meal. Take a couple of ribs of celery, wash in cold water and trim ends. (I like saying that.ribs of celery.). Cut ribs into three inch lengths. With table knife, spread peanut butter in the celery grooves. My son Case believes...
