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Recycle Bin: August 2007
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Thursday, August 30, 2007. Brick laid on concrete. Discretely built a refuge in which to hide/. Wish i'd been more elite when choosing with whom to confide/. Played at my own game/. Ashen, pale face graces the crowd. Allowed nothing more than breath/. Death contorts my knees as friendly arrows squeeze my chest/. Press down against wilting turf. Bewildered at the appearance of my aiming foe/. The physical blow becomes obselete. I eye a face i love and know/. Like that it's all spoken and done/. Two bodies...
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Recycle Bin: March 2008
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Monday, March 24, 2008. Your voice prescribed to soothe/. Life inhabits arteries with glass so I can’t move/. So I stand still…. My legs fill dense with lactic acid/. Muscles become flaccid bags of weight that make my back sick/. Hands cohabit shyly in the solace of my pockets/. We calmly talk but mentally I gag my mouth and vomit/. Your look seeks me. Your touch treats me. My pain’s chronic/. I evict your handprints oiled on my skin/. The breeze draws from me a grin/. Mentally I need your squeeze.
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Recycle Bin: San Diego
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Sunday, February 17, 2008. A thousand paths to stamp his fate. His words must take one road/. A grown man thrown upon the tracks. She leaves him weak. He’s saved one card. One stone cast from the plank/. He’ll thank her for the drink they shared. The evening that they sank/. He hesitates to forfeit her before the scene unfolds/. This dream won’t end the same. He won’t wake up untold/. The scrolls reveal his will:. To tell an honest tale/. I gave you what I thought you wanted. Untrue or straight out lying.
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Recycle Bin: Fresno State Baseball has a National Championship
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Wednesday, June 25, 2008. Fresno State Baseball has a National Championship. I really value the few stories my dad has shared about his background, and over the last few years he's given me a few odds and ends from his past. I have a wooden lamp and a chime he brought back from West Germany. On my 30th birthday he gave me a gold pocket watch that Chet had recieved on his 60th birthday in 1947.which was also the year my dad was born. And that's not even to mention the the hype that hasn't been met with pe...
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Recycle Bin: September 2007
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Sunday, September 30, 2007. Friday, September 28, 2007. Despite the drive within your spine to let your spite define us. Defend the times our minds entwined and let them splice inside us. I tried to let our lips convince my system that we’re victims. Minions of some twisted script that God thought not to mention. He opted for His altered scheme to take my seed and toss it. Every vein within my being was drawn to plot with logic. I’ve conjured every way to take our chance and dash its flame. I’m not...
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Recycle Bin: June 2008
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Wednesday, June 25, 2008. Fresno State Baseball has a National Championship. I really value the few stories my dad has shared about his background, and over the last few years he's given me a few odds and ends from his past. I have a wooden lamp and a chime he brought back from West Germany. On my 30th birthday he gave me a gold pocket watch that Chet had recieved on his 60th birthday in 1947.which was also the year my dad was born. And that's not even to mention the the hype that hasn't been met with pe...
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Recycle Bin: December 2007
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Sunday, December 30, 2007. December 31.11:00 am. Gosh Here are Clifton's first 6 punt returns as a Bulldog:. 1: 67 yards, TD. 2: 62 yards (tripped up at the 10). 5: 92 yards, TD. 6: 86 yards, TD. The 3 returns for 189 yards and 2 touchdowns are an NCAA record. Yeah 6 returns for 326 yards and 3 touchdowns. The very next game he goes and tears his anterior cruciate ligament, lateral collateral ligament and hamstring tendon agaisnt Oregon. Sunday, December 23, 2007. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Recycle Bin: A Short Story
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Monday, February 18, 2008. Birthday, calligraphy, fireplace, float, fresh, fur, green, magic, picture, scar. Even before being banished to the confinement of my room, I saw the signs. It was Tuesday, and daddy was on his way home from Calligraphy. My evidence was uncomplicated. Mommy had gathered kindling from the back yard and arranged it within the fireplace. She was wearing her birthday. Through the garment her scar. My drifting eye observed a small photograph. It was rounded at the edges from yea...
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Recycle Bin: November 2007
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Tuesday, November 13, 2007. I miss New York. I didn't take very many pictures while I was there. Photographs kind of simplify what you're actually experiencing. Either way. Summer. 2008. Hopefully Johan will be wearing a Mets jersey this time around. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I teach at an elementary school. 5th grade. and i do it better than everyone else. just ask the children. View my complete profile. Sara's Very Own Link. Wide World of Fresno Sports.
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Recycle Bin: conversations traded
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Sunday, February 3, 2008. Let your mouth move. With words tie their attention/. At last our “cat and mouse” commences/. Like a pad on pen the friction strips my well of black disgust/. I lack the trust to nudge your touch. You brush its dust/. Inside I rush to tuck the wind struck hair that masks your cheek/. My vivid imagery depicts my hand. The skin it seeks/. I reconsider chances bleak. If real at all/. It dawns we’ve never met. Yet in my head we craw-/to any refuge from the structure. It weighs on me.
