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Thursday, August 26, 2010

Eating In

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Yip, Yip

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Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Reds

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Tuesday, August 24, 2010

First Flight

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Heavy is the head...

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Gift Receipt

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Scrabulous

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Going Out

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Monday, August 16, 2010

Capital Idea

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Stella!

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Status Symbol

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Dinocil

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Monday, August 9, 2010

Play Ball

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

Night Shift

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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Still Life

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Edits

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Fight Night 3

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Lost Dinosaur

After falling
And picking myself up
It was not persistence of the will
Or a soul's clenched fist
Teeth ground deeper than the marrow
No
Not
None of these
It was the absence of the memory of the lost dinosaur
To not remember that I once couldn't forget

Christmas Poem

His cooney wrath did petrify
And all the nubblies gnarled
From window panes he came and went
At little girls he snarled

And oh what Christmas times
Whence yeomen rest their trubs
That is when he snatches them
And leaves flip-dazzled stubs

But lo! A creature larger still
From times before the hand
Comes at Christmas to rescue all
What are too stiff to stand

A thunderous lizard, a gentle brut
Who knows no name or kind
Watch the girls and family’s blaps
For now ‘til Christmas time.

Poem 2

Too often I've stood on shallow banks

Lines cast, dinosaurs crossed

And crossed again

Far too often I've stood on these banks

Poem 1

Trip along the mortal coil.
Perchance you find a dinosaur.
Wilt thou sell its golden eggs?
Perhaps a gilded omelette in its stead.

"Haiku" 1

Love is never-ending
I walk among the living
With pockets heavy with stones

"Haiku" 2

After the bombs stop
I will be the one who stands
The fires will hold me up

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