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La Mer Noire: Memories
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Monday, January 31, 2011. Hung low and slumped. Like a tree whose unwanted fruit has been left to. Rot on the branch,. I plod down the hall stuck in so much. At one time,. We had forged through the marshland,. Kicking past cochlear ferns unfurled that vied to ensnare and keep. And out from under a canopy of swaying nay-sayers darkening the path before us with an icy hush. A cave with ceilings high,. It reminded me of church. Being little and fidgeting in the pew, looking up and seeing. And I was right.
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La Mer Noire: Ode to The Snow
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Wednesday, January 26, 2011. Ode to The Snow. To the ground and full stopping you head,. You are unhindered,. I don't know where you came from. Or from whose waters you are made,. But for this moment, we exist together. And I can not help but feel blessed. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Ode to The Snow. Debauchery and Daytime TV. Strange Days: Thinking, Not Thinking, Teaching. Fiction Writing - Blog #7: Writing/Workshopping VS Blogging/Sharing Writing. A LITTle Blog Humor. Low men in yellow coats.
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La Mer Noire: Stories, Stories
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Tuesday, February 22, 2011. I need to write five stories. I have a few kicking around in my head. I'm not sure five is the right number but we'll see. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Debauchery and Daytime TV. Strange Days: Thinking, Not Thinking, Teaching. Fiction Writing - Blog #7: Writing/Workshopping VS Blogging/Sharing Writing. A LITTle Blog Humor. Just for my creative writing class. Low men in yellow coats. The Pink Institution Blog. Reflecting on "Pink Institution". Feed My Monster Mind.
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La Mer Noire: The Oven Bird
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Wednesday, February 2, 2011. There is a singer everyone has heard,. Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird,. Who makes the solid tree trunks sound again. He says that leaves are old and that for flowers. Mid-summer is to spring as one to ten. He says the early petal-fall is past. When pear and cherry bloom went down in showers. On sunny days a moment overcast;. And comes that other fall we name the fall. He says the highway dust is over all. The bird would cease and be as other birds. A LITTle Blog Humor.
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La Mer Noire: February 2011
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Tuesday, February 22, 2011. I need to write five stories. I have a few kicking around in my head. I'm not sure five is the right number but we'll see. Friday, February 4, 2011. Even if that truth is that one day you find that Albuquerque is filled to the brim with hookers, pimps, pushers, and as Johnny Cash once sung, "the reckless, whose bad trips left them cold.". Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across th...
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La Mer Noire: I Can't Stop Writing Haikus!!!
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Monday, April 25, 2011. I Can't Stop Writing Haikus! I've been on a major haiku kick today. I can't stop and they seem to be getting progressively more and more desperate. Saw A Hard Day's Night. Man, was that a waste of time. I'm lying, it's not quite yet,. Can't I just be done? I've been up since 4. Essays, so many essays. I'm sure I've lost it. To be specific, haikus. Someone, please help me. I'm a slave to syllables. May 15, 2011 at 6:06 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A LITTle Blog Humor.
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La Mer Noire: January 2011
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Monday, January 31, 2011. Hung low and slumped. Like a tree whose unwanted fruit has been left to. Rot on the branch,. I plod down the hall stuck in so much. At one time,. We had forged through the marshland,. Kicking past cochlear ferns unfurled that vied to ensnare and keep. And out from under a canopy of swaying nay-sayers darkening the path before us with an icy hush. A cave with ceilings high,. It reminded me of church. Being little and fidgeting in the pew, looking up and seeing. And I was right.
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La Mer Noire: Thompson,
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Friday, February 4, 2011. Even if that truth is that one day you find that Albuquerque is filled to the brim with hookers, pimps, pushers, and as Johnny Cash once sung, "the reckless, whose bad trips left them cold.". I've copied below what has come to be called "The Wave Speech" that appears at the end of the 8th chapter of Thompson's Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? And that, I think, was the handle—that sense of inevitable vic...
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La Mer Noire: Hello World.
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Wednesday, January 26, 2011. Ladies and Gentlefolk, I give you Charles Bukowski. January 28, 2011 at 10:08 AM. Bukowskis always welcome around here. Thanks! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Ode to The Snow. Debauchery and Daytime TV. Strange Days: Thinking, Not Thinking, Teaching. Fiction Writing - Blog #7: Writing/Workshopping VS Blogging/Sharing Writing. A LITTle Blog Humor. Just for my creative writing class. Low men in yellow coats. The Pink Institution Blog. Reflecting on "Pink Institution".
