whistles afternoon sunlight
through the flowering weeds
discussion post on Sun, July 20, 2008 - 6:38 PM
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This is me filtered through my wife's womb and mashed up with her genes.
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about me
The Fixer used his electromagnetic powers to attract me here to see what's what. I'm a nine to five suburban dad who enjoys hanging on the fringes of chicago's conscious community.
You're all beautiful. I was a typesetter before becoming a Quark and Illustrator Jockey in thrall to the evil overlords of marketing and advertizing. At least I don't have to temp. In April I write poetry. The rest of the year I write letters.
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Re: High Coo's (Haiku's, come join us)
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broken glass
whistles afternoon sunlight through the flowering weeds
wet
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Soul slips down a flume
of maybe’s, doubts and dope caroming toward the specular bank that glitters beyond the rushes discussion post on Fri, July 11, 2008 - 8:25 AM
Re: Coming down trying to get back to the otherside
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Thanks. Really nice to read at the start of a long work day
discussion post on Thu, July 3, 2008 - 7:03 AM
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(in Visionary Poetry Writing group)
The universe
is blown glass born of breath and fire Ten million leaves sigh for daybreak to spark fever in the branches The night is tempered by needle sharp rain discussion post on Wed, July 2, 2008 - 10:10 PM
Re: Irie, the dactyl mon.
(in Visionary Poetry Writing group)
Auras or Fall or Rise--If all
the reeds and leaves point forward then the back roads lined with tents will churn gossip into sacraments discussion post on Tue, July 1, 2008 - 9:54 PM
My Blog
My wife is forever forwarding wonderful links. Today we shared very passionate turtle sex and a comic book manual of Householder Yoga.
Thu, March 8, 2007 - 9:59 PM
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I am blessed. www.flickr.com/photos/avi...4573265102/ www.youtube.com/watch
Thanks to Glenda for the lead on paperbackswap.com It's a great idea. See her posting on it and use her as a referral. I don't need the extra swap credits because I'm collecting them faster than I can cash them in. We're always knee deep in books here.
Thu, February 8, 2007 - 8:37 PM
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Joining the site is making me reassess my relationship to the printed word. Pulling titles off the shelf to send out to new homes and amassing a “wish list” online to replace them finds me taking stock of ideas that have been on hold for yea... read more 
So, somewhere in a land of Three's there was a discussion about H P Lovecraft. That prompted me to make a slide show of my colection of pulp art and place it on you tube.
Fri, October 13, 2006 - 7:53 PM
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Where did the covers come from? Once upon a time I had a wonderful, well paid job with my own window office and lots of downtime. That didn't last. But over a course of several months I did a lot of browsing on Ebay admiring the cover art of old magazines. There was heavy trafficing in Weird Tales magazine which is a pulp... read more
Medford Massachusetts
Wed, September 20, 2006 - 10:08 PM
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Dry egg yolk enamels the 1957 oblong of gas station china so heavy that the clatter has been baked in and escapes only as a clay thud ants are in the baseboards the door to the cellar is off its hinge There is so much dog in the carpet that the smell is odorless under it's own weight unless you dare to add water The hardwood from the armoire to the bookshelves is etched with the echo of heels retracing the path of misplaced cash that slipped beneath t... read more 
Whale Spout
Wed, September 20, 2006 - 10:02 PM
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Among the reasons my wife won’t speak to me you'd have to include allowing our daughter To chant “Om nama shivaya” loud enough to bemuse all of Office Depot Her 5-year-old spirit echoing off the laptops and padded mailers as "Oh the mushy bayah” proof that sanskrit is a living tongue Why would the missus bedgrudge the half hour before kindergarden when my girl plays tabla in the basement until daddy's half embalmed by the drone of Om turning prayer beads until... read more
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