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Erica, the Grand Poobah of Pasta
Having just recently reaqcuired cable television, I have had the distinct pleasure of sitting on my ass doing nothing in the past few weeks; namely, returning to analyze ridiculous television advertisements and the constant portrayals of moms in their mid 30’s wearing hoodies and khakis with short, flippy-out hair cuts. This is significant because television happens to be a major factor in...
Elizabeth Alexander recieved her Ph.D in...
PRAISE SONG FOR THE DAY Each day we go about our business, walking past each other, catching each others’ eyes or not, about to speak or speaking. All about us is noise. All about us is noise and bramble, thorn and din, each one of our ancestors on our tongues. Someone is stitching up a hem, darning a hole in a uniform, patching a tire, repairing the things in need of repair. Someone is trying...
Sometimes the ephemeral calm of a Friday at 4:30 is the best part of the whole week.
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-Mayor Nutter on WHYY’s “This I Believe” program about choosing a life of public service
"hate" is only one syllable.
Sipes: what are you doing? write me a haiku
me: Waiting for a truck
me: To bring me my liquor chest
me: Teetotalers be damned
Sipes: I think it's funny
Sipes: when people write haikus but
Sipes: get the structure wrong
me: Ehrm, how did I get
me: The structure wrong because I
me: Am sure it was right
Sipes: tee tot a lers is
Sipes: you runed my haiku Anne
Sipes: I wasn't done
me: "I wasn't done" is missing a syllable.
Sipes: I hate you
me: Er, that's missing two, if you're starting a new one.
for me, on carlisle street again.
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