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S H O W Y O U R J O Y: July 2009
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Saturday, July 11, 2009. I don't think writer's block is really something that can be discussed when it is actually happening to you. People say, of course, "OH, you must have writer's block,:-. But it's not like that. It's not as if you realize what's happening while it's happening. And every time you think about it, all you want to do is stop. They say things like, "Keep those creative juices flowing. Flow, damn you. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). How Long Have I Been Asleep? Your Happy Makes Me Go Oldies.
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S H O W Y O U R J O Y: On Writer's Block
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Saturday, July 11, 2009. I don't think writer's block is really something that can be discussed when it is actually happening to you. People say, of course, "OH, you must have writer's block,:-. But it's not like that. It's not as if you realize what's happening while it's happening. And every time you think about it, all you want to do is stop. They say things like, "Keep those creative juices flowing. Flow, damn you. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). How Long Have I Been Asleep?
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S H O W Y O U R J O Y: March 2009
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Tuesday, March 31, 2009. TARKIO - Story 2:. SO LONG, RONNIE. Ecstasy. Filth. My name is Opal Brenner. My friends call me "Brenner", or "Ben" for short, because my Christian name is so weird. This is my friend Conner. We call him "Connie". He hates that. We're admiring a young woman we've never seen before on main street. She's not a townie,". We mumble to each other in our thoughts. Our eyes meet. It's understood. I can honestly say I'd fuck her," quipped Conner. That is-a my Popo. I hold you? For one th...
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S H O W Y O U R J O Y: May 2008
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Tuesday, May 27, 2008. Explosions in the sky. We fly for hours. There are ripples in the water. Smoke in our eyes. The fire got put out. We'll do it all again. Several years from now. We're lovers wrapped in arms. My hands are mine. You can have them for tonight. Icy stairs to evermore. We hug and hold together. And wait for dawn to break. I awake outside my kitchen. My house is quiet now. We're all just sitting 'round. No one holds their breath. Not a song to sing. The lights will be alright. I never wa...
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S H O W Y O U R J O Y: June 2009
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Saturday, June 20, 2009. The Future, Certainly. I feel His fingers sliding down my face. I know that I must leave this behind. The leaves retrieve my bonnet. I kick off my flats. And barefoot know my path. I have given all my riches. And left my carriage easily. The sun shines over the horizon. It's my future, certainly. He smiles at my approach. Naked, He accepts me. Clothes me in Himself. He made a home for me. A place to rest, eternally. And we are one. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The Future, Certainly.
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S H O W Y O U R J O Y: November 2008
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Friday, November 14, 2008. Changes have been made. Colors and text reworked. Link to my portfolio coming soon. Thursday, November 13, 2008. Touché, Michael Willis. Delivered to kill us. His words sharp as tongues. Touché, Michael Willis. Passed over hands glued. As truth becomes commodity. And wealth an ideal. I read them there. A landscape of luxury. Only one click away. Monday, November 10, 2008. I am Not a Child. These Are Not My Siblings. I stand mistaking everyone. Why am I screaming? Day of the Dog.
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S H O W Y O U R J O Y: September 2008
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Friday, September 26, 2008. The Body Ends; The Spirit Leaves ( hour 7). The body ends; the spirit leaves. My love will never fade. The mountains fall; the wells recede. My fountain will prevail. The joys of the day. I skip from the curb. The maple leaf on my heals. I can feel my spirit fly. Maybe if I jump enough. I'll simply float away. If the sky won't hold me up. It'll surely keep my footing. Orange and red and brown. Against the blue and me. And covers up my black. Thursday, September 18, 2008. My he...
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S H O W Y O U R J O Y: Woodbrine Rd.
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Saturday, March 21, 2009. I've been dreaming of the mountains. You've curves like June on Woodbrine Road. I'm breathing heavy in my sleep. Clutching my chest for my heart to contain. All of this longing. Time swells in my core. I may become undone. I've been sneezing in my bed. Your lips are grazing my subconscious. Full and simple ecstasy. What visions flooding through my eyes. Now I see in a mirror. Not a mighty arm. I've been writhing in my bones. My body grows and groans. To hold a hand like my Father.
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S H O W Y O U R J O Y: The Future, Certainly
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Saturday, June 20, 2009. The Future, Certainly. I feel His fingers sliding down my face. I know that I must leave this behind. The leaves retrieve my bonnet. I kick off my flats. And barefoot know my path. I have given all my riches. And left my carriage easily. The sun shines over the horizon. It's my future, certainly. He smiles at my approach. Naked, He accepts me. Clothes me in Himself. He made a home for me. A place to rest, eternally. And we are one. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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S H O W Y O U R J O Y: July 2008
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Saturday, July 5, 2008. He's coming to this world. Without a hand to catch. Oh what a simple face. Woven softly in the womb. I saw it happening. I saw his eyes go brown. When his fingers formed. I already knew the words. Oh so many words. Now he's here with me. I think him as I bleed. Along with many others. And all their suffering. I breathe in lust. For he could not take it. Even in his dreams. He cannot bear this weight. So I must go. And take my place. Trusting in my Father. I died for him.
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