Hittin' the book fair - check it

Come see Sappho Does Hay(na)ku in the Co-op room at the Indie Book Fair. I'll be there checking out the books and the free workshops and readings. Should be a great time! Anyone wishing to carpool (train-style) can email me.

Inter section

when the lines don't cross
the lines cross and you doubt it
guessing crossing lines

I got laid off

South

Where did the beauty go? Did time forget to grab its hand? Under that floor. Asleep for years now. It's not peeking anymore. I need to catch up with it. Sprint for it. Down south. Where the sun warms it to speed and the water cools it to stay.

Dissolve

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Green ivy grows
over-top my
wall

to
shade me
from what's beyond

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Linger
Here


Plastic wood grained
Desk

With sleeves
Cerulean



Touching type



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Progress

Back slashed
Budgeted
All hell
Suck it

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At lost you
Last
Undersized
Cavity
Awaken

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Non-particular
Whole mouthed
Jalopy

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Indecisive jargon
Demonstrative
Belly buckets
Jello

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Laughter
Dandelion
Green lawn
Chemicals

Houseplant
Yellow bud
Orange papers wrapping

Giant petal
Yellow wrapped
Twelve pieces of dirt

Mauve carpet
Long stemmed
Roped interior
With stain guard


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Stair case
Hollow wall
Sheetrock cereal
Bench

Climbing wall
Rock slide
Mud room
laundry


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Golden lawn
Sprinkler
Stalk
Wettened
Asphalt
Garden
Rock

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Aged cheese
Fromagio
Italian bistro
Clam
Shells

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Applicable
Aero-zone
Fly away
Birds in
Nest

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Double
Duty
Plastic
Can
Pastel paisley
Carpeting

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Books with words
Authors, paintings,
Captions
Billboards
Asterisk

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Musceled up
Oblong
Crackers
Calf

Slender pointer
Finger sweater

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Water
Tea
Water
Tea
Tea
Tea
Mocha
Tea
Tea
Water
Water
Stained


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Say it
Say it
With your tongue
Flattened
Spiraled
Say it
Aloud


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Work stuff
Work shit
Old shit
Old hat

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From france
Of france
Of me
Of you
Me to
Go to
France

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I read to you

Phenomenon of the Future, by Mallarme

It doesn't matter what you say, when you say it like this

to listen to the whole album...

Rapping the blues as only G Love can

Blues Music - direct!

Book News

Sappho Does Hay(na)ku now has a review posted on its amazon page.

The book will also appear on the Co-op table at the 21st Annual New York City Independent Publisher and Small Press Book Fair. It runs the weekend of December 6 & 7 in midtown Manhattan. Check it out and hope to see you there!

Gnat and Spider

Seaweed soap with 43 trace minerals and it's dark brown. Moldy ceiling, dotted. Pine sol isn't going to kill the mold. You have to use bleach for that. I'm not a gnat anymore and I never will be again. I always look up to make sure that daddy long legs isn't above me or in the corner of the shower. When it gets steamy in the bathroom he likes to stretch and move around. Taunting me...daring me to shut my eyes and rinse my hair. Bigger, fuzzier spiders don't bother me as much as he does. But I am not a gnat. He cannot even penetrate my outer layer of skin with his tiny row of teeth. He is still there and comes back even after Joe kills him for me. Yet, he is disgusted with moisture. He'll move into the center of the shower, perched above my head until I run out with soap in my hair. As I write this in my mind while watching the spider in the corner, jiggling on his web a gnat bites my stomach. To remind me that I am not him. The bite leaves a pin-hole sized lump and a quarter sized red circle around it. Annoyingly itchy but not nearly the size of my human figure. My figure is aging and uneven in color. That spider can't know how he looks and neither can the gnat. New hairs, clippings, teeth cleanings. No gnat, no spider.

Feeling New

I said no
to the
past.

Vacation in a dream

We were going to meet up in New Orleans so I could visit with my best friend. So there was a plane ride and an airport. Dreams are funny, because they can say nothing at all or spell out your whole life. I've never been good at interpreting them. On many occasions my whole family has died in dreams. I don't think I've ever died. I probably would have remembered that. I remember the first time I went to a meditation class and the host grounded us all as preparation for the evening. I sank three feet into the couch. It felt just like when I was 10 and before falling asleep I would sink down into my bed. I remarked to the teacher about what I felt and she said I must be a floater. Always half in and half out of my body. That is the first time I heard that expression and it seems to fit me even today.

Candles

My house is once again a candle factory. I lost most of my enthusiasm for the candles the last few months. Now it's back and has taken over. :) I try not to force myself to do things I don't enjoy, but I am sincerely glad that I'm back in the mood for this. Hear's to doing things you love...

You touched me

You touched my hair while I was in the shower. You cupped my head from behind with your big hand, just slightly. Just enough to let me know you were there. I don't think you realized where I was at the time. You're not the kind of person to intrude like that. You must be at your computer, yes. That's what I saw when I asked you what you were doing. Writing about me, I suppose. Although flattered, like always, I wonder why we are starting this again. What is the purpose of this? Does it really further any cause or add any greatness to our endeavors? I think we are just postponing our own lives. Another way to procrastinate. "Can I at least see it?" I asked. You said yes. So where is it?

But then I realized that it wasn't you. Someone is impersonating you in the fog. Tricky of whoever it is...they must have been spying on me for some time now. I knew it when it sat on the bed. You would never do that. I thought that I would be dissapointed when it sank in that you weren't around. I really didn't mind the intrusion. I am relieved, though. We are done with the foolery. And now on to the real things.

I am somewhere

restless craphole
victory stick

drip me from
your stalactite

5 Hours and 58 minutes

to make something...and this corner may have something to do with it

Dry/Lifting

Ms. Witch wants to see your halloween costumes

Jen did a great job painting my pants, thanks Jen :)-


Punker Raquelle and Water Nymph Jen rock the Halloween scene.

Ms. Witch here, and I want to see your halloween costumes. You can email them to me and I will post them here. Funny things relating to halloween and past costumes are also acceptable. Rachel is still deciding, but I'll put up her picture when she gets her ass in gear. Happy Halloween!