"...so much on my mind I just can't recline/blasting holes in the night 'til she bled sunshine./(breathe in) inhale vapors from bright stars that shine/(breathe out) weed smoke retrace the skyline.../I can't take it y'all/I can feel the city breathin'/chest heavin'...sigh before we die like the last train leaving." Respiration Blackstar, 1998 ________________________________________________________ You gotta [...]
Tag: i was just thinking
What It Takes To Make It
It’s smelling like rain right now. New week starting in the morning. Seems like a sign of something. All the windows are up; the sirens are singing; and the dehumidifier is trying to keep the shine from my forehead (but it’s not working). I slept like a pregnant woman all weekend. Full of dreams that [...]
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Confessions of a MySpace Sellout
I have been a hater since Skippy was a pup. Everytime I visited a page I was nearly busted in the nose with big breasts and big booties and a lot of messages that included words like "boo." There were the occasional networking sites that seemed to be sticking true to their word--selling fashion, music, and books openly [...]
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Sexy Can I?
Maybe it’s because I daydream a lot that I fell in love with, well not actually a few men, but rather having crushes on them. My girl in college, a psychology major, laughed when I tried to explain the psychology behind the crushes. Maybe you will too. But I think everybody needs a real crush; [...]
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It’s Ain’t Where Ya From, It’s Where Ya At
It was an 80's hip hop song, and the line was right where the beat stopped (or so I play it in my head), so that it was delivered acapella: It ain't where ya from, it's where ya at... So the English teacher in me sees all kinds of wrong in the statement, but that [...]
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Between the Lines
Between the lines is white space. That’s all. The lines tell the story. The gaps give you space to figure it out. From high school and university “explications,” I got the idea that literature was obscure and confusing. That writers deliberately wrote in layers to be picked apart. The perception had a lot to do [...]
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The Stats in Real Time
If you read my Monthly Meter then here's a chance to see some of those stats face to face: http://www.torchpoetry.org/08%20Spring/darlenescott.htm
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Dismissed
Disclaimer #:1 This post is very idealistic. If you feel like being cynical, please turn the page and most importantly do not post a comment stating your skepticism. I will delete it. That is my first disclaimer. If you continue reading, please note that you've been duly warned. Disclaimer #2: I am a very idealistic [...]
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If You Can’t Say Nothing Nice…
As my Mom would complete the sentence--it was one of her favorites--with then don't say nothing at all, there would be an explosion of rolling eyes, the trip wire of poked out lips begging to be tripped into a pscht of sucked teeth, and series of just audible enough to reasonably believe the guilty party's [...]
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Baby Talk
My friend calls me Super Auntie because I have a gang of "stories" about the Babies; that is, the 8 little and not so little ones who call me "aunt" (if only on holiday cards). I like them. They're cool kids; beautiful and imperfect and energetic and growing faster than I can keep up with sizes and interests. I've [...]
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