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journal Jan. 24, 2006

I woke up this morning with a splintering hangover, my brain pounding, hardly alive. Yeah, my life lately hasn't been that great. Mostly, I live pretty high on the hog. And I'm able to find some positive interests... like reading about all the incredible life-forms on this planet... and seeing them at the zoo.

Dawnmares (and Benvolio, learned fisherman)

dawnmares so often they start like starlight: an open night and a cheerful invite from a new pal who seems all right, and might know tricks to besparkle our night; but 2 or 3 slips from 4 to 5,

Zerse from Portland State Zuniversity

here sprawled on a posh, rolling office chair, I'm a speared bear but I still care. months ago, I fed jungle banannas to a baby elephant, now I need mythic manna to pay dorm rent. once I bulled oregon grasslands in my Ford,

Sundry Pleasures I've Seen

parked in a warm wind Desert canyon, blowing mellow smoke and swapping tall tales with Chris Siens, a fiend with a punching bag, a bong, and a fishing rod, easy Marionberry pie at a pine highway restaurant,

10 Obscure Lives

the often lush but still blossoming student of life who, sprawled on the grass by a rushing creek in a serene forest park, would drift away into Buddha, Confucius, or Durant

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