these are the timesdirty beloved
-

26.10.04


women salvage workers listen to a radio broadcast
near what was "Spooners Corner"
todetail


The Blitz Photos of Lady Nancy Astor

25.10.04

Me and APOD

24.10.04

Sea Glass


...wave-like, ever on itself —
true is the saying that in common lives this time,
it's not like that. The body is not an allegory — it
can't help that it looks like one, any more than
it can avoid not being able to stay. All along,
it was true: timing really
the poet dies and the man survives is everything. I've

loved this life. If it's one thing to have missed
the constellations for the stars themselves,
it's another, entirely,
to have never looked up.
Some mistakes, given time, don't seem...


Carl Phillips
Poetry Daily
24.Oct.04

21.10.04

Relevancy


...............................by squirmy teens or living
wills. A warped compass cracking at magnetic

North. South sins and eats its dogs for lunch.
Like I say it don't hardly matter. Neutrinos

parlez-vous and wet kiss strangers...


David Breskin
Verse Daily
Jun.00.04


War Stories I Have Heard #4 (Heir)
to(detail)
Abigail Lazkoz
Monya Rowe
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link path bloggy

20.10.04


Jarley's Wax Workto detail

Tompkins Harrison Matteson
Shannon's Fine Art Auctioneers


Young Artist At Her Easeltodetail

William Morgan
Shannon's Fine Art Auctioneers


Pistoltodetail

Joanneke Meester

19.10.04


Buddytodetail

Jesse Reklaw
Slow Wave

16.10.04



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"You simply cannot wear it out!"

Posters Sale on Wednesday 21st November 2001
Onslows
from a Kenneth Shoesmith search
brought on by a tip from Life in The Present

15.10.04

Afterlife

Medicine Woman, clay pipe and twist tobacco,
calls each blizzard by name and predicts
five o'clock by spitting at her television.
Children lean into her breath to beg a story:

James Welch
Poetry Daily
14.Oct.04

A Thought, for Example, Is a Form


I was hoping for a betterYou know: who you are.
It doesn't get any more complicated than this,

and yet it does. Not simply daybreak, wake up,
rise and shine, but worse, as in can you throw some light

on the question—you—curled there on the bed?
The point being that you can't see it. The point.

Of light. Where it enters. The top of your head:

Mary Ann Samyn
Verse Daily
15.Oct.04

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