August 29, 2011, 4:19 pm
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August 29, 2011, 12:53 pm
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Afterward, the compromise.
Bodies resume their boundaries.

These legs, for instance, mine.
Your arms take you back in.

Spoons of our fingers, lips
admit their ownership.

The bedding yawns, a door
blows aimlessly ajar

and overhead, a plane
singsongs coming down.

Nothing is changed, except
there was a moment when

the wolf, the mongering wolf
who stands outside the self

lay lightly down, and slept.

they kissed like waterfalls
August 28, 2011, 6:38 pm
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bob hicok

August 28, 2011, 2:56 pm
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Sabrina: I might as well be reaching for the moon.
Baron: Oh, you young people are so old fashioned. Have you not heard? We are building rockets to reach the moon! 

quarter-life crisis
August 26, 2011, 5:05 pm
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Quarter-life crisis: “The quarterlife crisis is a period of life following the major changes of adolescence, usually ranging from the late teens to the early thirties, in which a person begins to feel doubtful about their own lives, brought on by the stress of becoming an adult. The term was coined by analogy with mid-life crisis.”

I’ve been telling myself, as well as friends and family, that this is exactly what I’m going through. however, after reading this definition I’m not so sure anymore. I’m not doubtful of myself, and I don’t think I’m stressed about being an adult (unless this MFA is truly considered part of growing up), but all I can think about is moving. I am absolutely obsessed with the idea of packing up and moving abroad. it certainly doesn’t help that I work for a company that promotes moving abroad, “connecting” candidates from around the world with room and board in exchange for a few hours a day of babysitting or conversational english. I’ve also decided to begin taking french lessons in gainesville next week. however, I have enough on my plate between the MFA and my job, and I don’t particularly want another weight on my shoulders, right?

is it easy to live in another country? absolutely not. is it possible? definitely.

but I have dogs,a cat who loves nothing more than being outside, a boyfriend, and heaps of.. stuff lying around that make everything a bit tricky, especially since I’m stubborn and unwilling to give anything up. sacrifices? sure. loved ones? no thank you.

maybe the temporary cure is just traveling more often. or a move in general, out of middleburg.

clay tells me that I’m more into the idea of moving somewhere than actually doing it.. that I’m romanticizing the thought of somewhere new but my life would remain the same, regardless of where I live. yes, my life is what I make it, as are the cities. if I live in a new city and refuse to step outside, nothing will change. but after my MFA is finished in June and nearly half of my time is free, what excuse will I have left?

it blows my mind that I’ve been in the same city for nearly 20 years. even more mind-blowing is that I can use the phrase “20 years ago” in sentences now when referring to my own life. but that’s another entry..

it doesn’t even necessarily have to be a “big city.” it just needs to be something new. which is why maybe I should give in to travelling more. maybe this trip to Spain in November will cure whatever pending issues I have left?

I think I’m just ready for a change.

Short History of Pets – Carol Potter
August 25, 2011, 7:55 pm
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Girl had a dog that bit people.
Bit the bread lady and the girl
from up the street.  Bit the gas man.
Girl came home one day
and the dog was gone.
Asked mother and father
where the dog went.
They told her they took the dog
to the Vet and the Vet found
a new home for the dog.
The girl missed the dog but thought
of the dog in her new yard, some new
children.  Girl knew the dog
was dead.  Saw you could believe
two things at once.
Dog is alive.  Dog is dead.
Mother and father sleep
in their bed, and daughter sits up
thinking of the dog happy
in her new home.
She sees how important the story
she tells herself is.
It’s a good story.
Girl remembers the dog’s
pink tongue.  Thinks of that tongue
licking a new palm
in a new home.  Dog under the table
eating what the new kids
won’t eat. It’s an easy thing.
You take a bite of food,
then wipe your mouth
with your napkin.
You stick the food in the napkin.
Then put your hand
in your lap, politely.
Open the napkin for the dog.
Let the dog eat what gags you.

lines i love today
August 24, 2011, 2:11 pm
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“I tell her I dreamed last night I work inside a steam shovel, that the tops of the poems are my sky, my white clouds.” – Bob Hicok

“Look how the leaves drift in the darkness. We have burned away all that was written on them.” -Louise Glück

“From everything a little remained. From my fear. From your disgust. From stifled cries. From the rose a little remained.” -Carlos Drummond de Andrade

“Maybe you have been born into such a life with the bottom dropping out. Maybe gravity is claiming you and you feel ghost-scripted.” -Jennifer Sweeney

“Ready to auction off his hands to the highest bidder, he knows how death waits in us like a light switch.” -Yusef Komunyakaa

“If I am flesh sunning on rock, if I am brain burning in fluorescent light, if I am dream, like a wire with a fire throbbing along it, if I am death to man, I have to know it” -Adrienne Rich