| 10/31/2007
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she watches her soup
the broth is cold and she waits
while customers sit |
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| 10/30/2007
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tangled bare branches
fingers draping from the trunk
dangle to the lawn |
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2:49 AM
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| 10/29/2007
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he says he can't think
without the radio on
silence distracts him |
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1:18 AM
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| 10/28/2007
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dramatic music
encourages a new brush
to fix your hygiene |
| posted by Julie @
12:38 AM
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| 10/27/2007
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I would never sleep
I could stay up days on end
if he would let me |
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4:59 AM
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| 10/26/2007
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a hand's made of more
than carpals and phalanges
a hand can make change |
| posted by Julie @
1:07 AM
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| 10/25/2007
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the chapeaux are gone
umbrella spines break way
bareheaded fashion |
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1:57 AM
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| 10/24/2007
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broken concrete piled
more rehabilitation
pressboard condo homes |
| posted by Julie @
12:56 AM
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| 10/23/2007
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come see the snake girl
body of an ugly snake
head of an angel |
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12:38 AM
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| 10/22/2007
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lost in the daily
run, caffeine, drive, park, stand, sit
swivel in the chair |
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2:00 AM
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| 10/21/2007
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music gives us joy
how you know your favorite song
cadence of heartbeat |
| posted by Julie @
1:09 AM
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| 10/20/2007
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winter cold feels like
your nose is lined with toenails
all the scent blown out |
| posted by Julie @
12:22 AM
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| 10/19/2007
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the birds are gone now
you never saw them, heard them
dead before your time |
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12:16 AM
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| 10/18/2007
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devoured mummies
tan, burnt, split chipped exhumed
piled pumpkin seed husks |
| posted by Julie @
12:57 AM
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| 10/17/2007
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as leaves continue
the rain yet to knock them down
morning sun shines through |
| posted by Julie @
12:13 AM
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| 10/16/2007
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leaves like tiny bugs
curling and uncurling red
as the season turns |
| posted by Julie @
12:05 AM
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| 10/15/2007
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cat curled in his tail
cheek pressed loose slack jaw snoring
moving in his sleep |
| posted by Julie @
12:11 AM
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| 10/14/2007
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my green hearted love
vert like the lawn have shared
do not trim my love |
| posted by Julie @
1:09 AM
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| 10/13/2007
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his oily kisses
now you wish you had dodged them
then you leaned for more |
| posted by Julie @
3:14 PM
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| 10/12/2007
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i gave it away
power of self. centered. ness.
he took it away |
| posted by Julie @
2:40 PM
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| 10/11/2007
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plastic swan rotates
lean left, lean right in the lake
a clear blue sky day |
| posted by Julie @
11:46 PM
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| 10/08/2007
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| Haiku Nurse will be out of town. Haiku to resume 10/11. |
| posted by Julie @
10:27 PM
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all manner of man
yawns when he sees a yawning
proof of empathy |
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1:08 AM
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| 10/07/2007
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grumpy old husband
looks at you like you're his shoes
he smells like Sharpie |
| posted by Julie @
11:06 AM
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| 10/06/2007
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blue, black, red ink notes
calendar squares crossed behind
system defragment |
| posted by Julie @
1:58 AM
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| 10/05/2007
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it's a tricycle
tall as a house, a tower
with wheels of a bike |
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2:47 AM
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| 10/04/2007
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they call it torrents
hydrogen to oxygen
rain slashes the air |
| posted by Julie @
4:33 AM
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| 10/03/2007
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wood carved monkey face
fist to chin with dreary eyes
Rodan's The Thinker |
| posted by Julie @
12:00 AM
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| 10/02/2007
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the power goes out
you can hear wind, cars roll by
insects walking slow |
| posted by Julie @
3:02 AM
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| 10/01/2007
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a/c units gone
all homes reveal their secrets
bare windows expose |
| posted by Julie @
3:18 AM
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