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Monthly Archives: February 2010
but his horse
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Read “Epistle to Miss Blount, on Her Leaving the Town, After the Coronation” by that daydreaming irritable slave Alexander Pope.
If he thought divorce would give her pleasure in any way he would stay married the rest of his life to her, for damned spite.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Read “The October Game” by Ray Bradbury.
Who fails to consider the/Flim and flam of the world
Friday, February 12, 2010
Barack Obama’s undergraduate poetry is pretty weird, but not bad, and if nothing else better than Jimmy Carter’s. (via, which includes lots of other poems by heads of state)
not really haiku, but fun
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Their backs stubbornly faced the danger, and then were swallowed up by it. Frank was a good man. She had no reason to be unhappy with him. They watch her struggle to stay awake, the dolls gripped tightly in each hand. I just look at her. The moonlight slides over her face like a slow [...]
Every round went two minutes. If you stepped out of the ring, you lost. If you cried, you lost. If you got knocked out or if you yelled stop, you lost. Afterwards we drank Coca-Colas and smoked Marlboros, our chests heaving, our faces all different shades of blacks and reds and yellows.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Read “Refresh, Refresh” by Benjamin Percy.
there are beautiful white birds/that live completely in flight
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Read “In Flight” by Jennifer K. Sweeney (from the 2009 James Laughlin Award-winning book How to Live on Bread and Music).
What a stressful workplace. The minute your Cute Rating drops you’re a goner. Guests rank us as Knockout, Honeypie, Adequate, or Stinker. Not that I’m complaining. At least I’m working.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Read “Sea Oak” by George Saunders.