May 2013
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Carissa Gallo →
Carissa Gallo - Photographer in Portland, Ore
April 2013
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Students have mixed views on Dr. Morris... →
Throwback.
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Heat from the Tip of Ma' Smokes
I’ve been focusing on my prose for so long now I almost forgot I was a poet. I just wrote this:
This heat is killing me
Almost as quickly as I can kill myself
I’ve tried quitting, over and over and over and over
And over and over and over and over
I go right back to
Ma’ reds,
Ma’ smokes,
Ma’ ‘bacco sticks,
Ma’ love,
She keeps telling me to stop smoking
It’s bad for my lungs
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I had a great idea today. It involved being who I wanted to be, regardless of whether or not I had the knowledge to be this person. This person already exists, any, just in the future, where I will eventually meet them, and be them. But the destination is not what’s important. What’s important is the journey. Who will you be between now and then?
January 2013
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I hate listening to jazz sometimes. It depresses me, especially during times like these, before a long commute to work.
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I feel like we’re just going through the motions. I felt bad, for a second, then I realized it was fake. It was all a dream. We’re playing chicken, and now both of us are going to crash.
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A Strange Story from North of the Border →
By Charles P. Pierce
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December 2012
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Gone fishin’.
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Charlie on Romney:
The president saw the job as something you had to earn, and people caught on, and that pretty much made all the difference. So Tagg was telling the truth. His old man never wanted the job. But he deserved it. And he may never understand why the country so publicly disagreed.
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The holidays bring with them close encounters of the familial kind, and it’s the conversations I have with my mother, from time-to-time, that remind me about the state of the historically glorious Tuskegee the two of us live in.
I’ve gotten in the habit of buying a new bottle of wine from a local grocery store every Wednesday, just to try new things and spend my tip money on something...
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October 2012
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September 2012
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More Dead, Less Alive
“Death is your nightmare; death is my dream.”
Or so it would seem
More like a moody
And broody teenager
Who wagers the winning and losing
All brooding
A formless shape, the evolved ape
Cries and screams at the sound of the dead
And like I said
I need dollar
To pay the prices of the diceless
All the niceness in the world
Can’t stop the cries of girls
And boys, without their mothers, and their...
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To Auburn, From Hemingway →
New post on Black Thought, “To Auburn, From Hemingway.”
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Syria Orders Schools to Open, but Classes Give Way... →
Instead of projecting calm, the schools reflected what had happened in the rest of the country during the summer: the fighting had grown worse and the routines of daily life more dangerous.
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New York Times: Bel Borba Brings Contagious... →
Bel Borba, an artist from Salvador da Bahia, Brazil, is spending a month making public art in New York neighborhoods.
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The Week in My Music (Part 1)
“Naima”...
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Violation
I was given two tickets for “traffic violations” not too long go (one for speeding, the other for not having my insurance with me), and finally took care of one them today, which is probably the only highlight of the past few days.
Sometimes I wonder whether existence itself is a kind of being, and at times, it feels violated. It retaliates by making gentle shoves in various...
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August 2012
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Ruined by the Night
Ruined by the night
The kids all play with fright
Only they can see the stares
Putting truth below the dares
The kids all play in fear
With closed eyes and just a tear
Only they can see the teeth
And the monsters lying beneath
Ruined by the days
The adolescences are in a haze
Taking two to pass
A lesson they learned in class
Only they can see the dark
And only they can miss the spark
Ruined by...
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Take all of me
ladydaydream31:
Take all of me
all of me because you know me best
you created me
Take all of me
and make me more like you
For you are pure
and your love is unconditional
Take all of me
In your hands I know I am safe
all of me
Because you have a plan
Take all of me
For I am in search of peace
Have all of me Lord
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July 2012
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Alone One Night
Alone one night
I’m a master of mirrors and smoke
Smelling the burning desire
I embody the dagger and cloak
Bags under my eyes
With thoughts like carrying cases
There’s barely been any sleep
Too busy carrying faces
Back and forth, down the halls
Walking them to their bedrooms
A witness to shadows and sin
And many different perfumes
Innocence is lost
Between the mattress and headboard
She’s not...
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I Just Saw Pulp Fiction
Me: I just saw Pulp Fiction. I'm about to watch it again.
Lethaniel: Better late than never.
Me: Took too long.
Lethaniel: I could have told you that.
Me: What does Marcellus Wallace look like?
Lethaniel: Does he look like a bitch?
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My Head Aches
My head aches. I need to know when enough is enough.
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I Just Saw Savages, And It Was Awesome
I just saw Savages, and it was awesome. I love the idea of watching someone else work come to life, and being inspired to do the same. I also finally got a chance to see The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (with Daniel Craig, as I’d already seen the original), and it too made me want to write someone. Novels inspiring novels. It’s crazy.
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