A gift for my mother and grandmother… Tracing the story of three generations. called you sunday past hallmark said it was time for some contrived day invented to sell cards and FTD bouquets and add to radio morning show trivia give you lip service between station identification and the phrase that pays but I refuse [...]
Posts Tagged ‘Poetry’
for mensah
January 2nd, 2007
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i no longer believe in the concept of full circle – only constant revolution i don’t mean that to sound cliche. i also stopped trying to understand photosynthetic organic intricacies of friends and love and such all i know is that things interact and now i can breathe. i’m thinking it’s hard to imagine where [...]
Collateral Damage (Senryu)
February 15th, 2006
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Little girl longs for Weekend absentee hero Once known as Daddy
Um, title?
February 14th, 2006
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So I go through this weird dissonant thing every time I go to update my blog… I feel an urge to chronicle the everyday, but yet a desire to wax philosophical too. Forgive me if this is kind of scattered… I am kind of aggravated at the moment because I can’t find this one particular [...]
Poets and writers…
January 23rd, 2006
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Poets and writers, check out The Free Verse. It’s a new messageboard/portal, owned by the former co-owner of Fireseek.com, Mensah.
Overdue
January 3rd, 2005
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I take satisfaction in the fact that though she had you last you didn’t love her either.
A poet is someone who is astonished by everything…
November 8th, 2004
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Went to Def Poetry Jam last night. First, I will say it was outstanding. Each of the poets was very good, though I did enjoy some more than others. (One of the poets was an angry Jamaican lesbian with some serious “issues” to put it lightly. LOL Another I thought dwelled a little too heavily [...]
We all have wings, but some of us don’t know why…
August 26th, 2003
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I’ve gotta get back in my element. I was having a discussion tonight with Michael and he was saying how musicians bond with other musicians through playing, not through eating pie at Perkins or whatever. (Nothin against pie, but u know…) Anyway so I started thinking about how much I miss my words. I don’t [...]
