I want to return to Zoo
My mother always told me I was beautiful! She also told me that I lived in a place called Zoo.
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At A Bat
Little, black, fluttering, pipistrelle bat; circling my ceiling like a surreal windmill sail; your tattered, leather wings unfolded like a flashers mac
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Words lost in a tide of ink! (IP)
I was the culprit, little sister, not the young author
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inquiry
being able to find focus & when that focus is attained, being able to sustain it & continue with a probing head on one’s shoulders & then to be able to enjoy every new moment of discovery,
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310+ & 71.1 billion dollars
if you live in the US, the belly of the world’s policeman, you live with over 310 tax exempted religions--- that’s over 310 groups of idiots, who get to practice their idiocy
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a choice made
when they met the discussion went as such a.“do you see yourself having children?” b.”no. there are far too many things that i want to do in this life. a
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Andy
It was terrible to learn about you dying. Tonight billions of people are crying. When I learned about your death, it made me feel bad. You had a great life but your demise makes me so sad.
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How to write poetry
It is not enough that Maiakovski died for our sins, nor that walking down the shore he once rolled between his tongue the syllables of a roaring wave. I met the beach lifeguard.
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The Elephant Salesman (Part 2)
“Mr. Pickles!” said Charles O’Day. “Take a letter!” Mr. Pickles grabbed the quill with his trunk and made several violent stabs at the ink well.
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The Scourge of Horsetail
Without so much as an “I beg your pardon”, a horde of horsetail weeds stampedes the garden, spreading wee fascist forests everywhere till every inch is drenched in horsetail hair.
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