yes.

haiku:

little mercies spent
all the best of us wanting
a loose thread to pull

Subject: Congress is selling out the Internet

Hi,
Do you buy books online, use Google, or download to an iPod? Everything we do online will be hurt if Congress passes a radical law next week that gives giant corporations more control over what we do and see on the Internet.

Internet providers like AT&T are lobbying Congress hard to gut Network ( Read more... )

szerelmes levél:

side/step, like the breath of a newly opened lung.  i can't fathom the outcome of this, where every word is a dance toward the edge of a that wine glass where the goldfish drowned in a deluge of good intentions.  dearest, darling, sweet honeytongue snaketooth- your wire thin veins are not enough for all that blood.  rest for a ( Read more... )

i loved you best
when my heels were at the edge
and i was balancing precariously on my good leg,
unrepentant and absolute,
contorting my tongue in defense
of all the eloquence i discovered there-
where the dew hit the bellies of Carthage and Tyre
the
cifte telle
sounding fracture
in the skull
and in the spine

all the places where the bones were supposed to ( Read more... )

he french word grenade translates both grenade and pomegranate.
grenade n.
1. A small bomb or explosive missile that is detonated by a fuse and thrown by hand or shot from a rifle or launcher. 2. A glass container filled with a chemical such as tear gas that is dispersed when the container is thrown and broken.

pomegranate n.
1. a tart ( Read more... )

this is old news, but i still found it amusing.

i found this:

African-Americans like herself ought to feel offended, Houston Congresswoman Sheila Jackson Lee (D.-Texas) told The Hill newspaper in Washington, D.C., because hurricanes are given lily white names.

(Among the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration official names for ( Read more... )

they would have preferred me to be a helicopter
built of soft moss and cobweb
descending
from an orange sky at daybreak
in a manner that could only be
picked from the bones of some dead author
        by a grave-robbing bandit
        dressed in the beloved moth-eaten cloak

he would have pulled the details
from the deceased’s skull,
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  i went through your pockets and found this, old friend, found this in the memory of you and all that light.

I will teach you to parallel park.
To ride a bike.
To swim.

I will teach you to dance with a partner.
To walk D.C.
To make love.

I will find a lonesome tree, most likely a weeping willow, or perhaps even a japanese maple, in a lonesome park. ( Read more... )