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Old Poems: Cleaning up, want to throw the paper away...
The sun phosphorescing the trees in their leaves
Causes them to unrepress their memories of Heaven
Blades of grass race across fields
Wind at their backs
Hunting the horizon on game trails of perspective
The sun as it goes down, illuminates the sky
Blue, past white, in pallor and freshness,
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Incidental Verse
How strange that a heart can be split,
Spread over times and places,
And pieces of other hearts.
Only ever looking out can I see in it.
And inside what to see but exterior loves
Clutterd in time,layered,
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Hello to everyone out there in Livejournal land. I'm writing from the University of Houston Library lounge, the first time I've had power or internet in the past few days ( Read more... ) -
Huzaaah!
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MSN video is posting all episodes of Arrested Development. -
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I think LJ is starting a paper trail in case it wants to kick me off. Today there was a little box at the top of my account screen that said, "writer's block?" Then it proposed a topic I could use to write a blog entry. Now that's creepy. -
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Well, here I am back in Houston, back to a state of primeval solitude. It was great to hang out with everyone over Christmas break. You know who you are. I'll be trying to reach you real soon. By post or even in the flesh.
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