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Part 1 - A Productive Sunday
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I was sick of the shape of the lounge. The windows ignored and the mess all around. So we made a plan to move some shelves. Well, one in p...
The Bells
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Another one gone! Brothers left without brothers and mother's with hands so wrung they become the bell that tolls for grief. Rare and...
Self-referential #6
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I am so sick of all of it. The corruption, the lies, the statistics. I once was able to warn allegorically but now I state baldly, in fa...
The Ballad of Bob and Mary
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***TO BE READ IN A BROAD NORTHERN ENGLISH ACCENT*** Bob and Mary live in a semi. They spend most every evening watching repeats on the...
Snow Globe
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At Christmas families are reunited Even those members you’d prefer weren’t invited We stress over food, presents and reindeer sighted ...
Coming of a Different Age
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Strength is shown in many places: bitten lips; grey gaunt faces; blistered hands and leathered heel pads; resistance of ugly school fads...
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"At the second stroke the time sponsored by experience will be..."
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The passage of time has never been stranger than now. Objectively, I know that we still orbit the same mass of energy. We still rise in t...
Family
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Her face I wear. His character I carry in this body of recycled proportions. Structures of lost-long generations speaking to me in lang...
Per Luciana Zapparoli - L'Anniversario D'Oro.
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This I drew this for my mother-in-law on the occasion of my in-laws' 50th wedding anniversary. It is an image of her on her wedding...
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Christmas 2002
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Once there were three: The magic number- 3 witches; 3 wishes; 3 wise men. Maiden runs away; goes to see a crone. The witch of the East ...
He Says, She Says
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He says I'm not the me I was, That I have changed irreparably. He says we argue all the time. Ironically, I disagree. He says he lo...
Speaker Celebrity
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Three years of ridding myself of my rage left me bellaputrescent and old for my age. I appear to you now as a mere wizened spectre; A wr...
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Five - Six - Thirteen
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After a glorious production the sun bows graciously behind the trees on my right to rapturous vesperturnal applause. To my left the bats ...
Affirmation
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Even in the midst of night the distant wail of T-Rex's cousins reach me. And even when I am not right and fall and fail I let the le...
Baby Weight
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If love is love as love should be, then why does it enslave, not free? Love is a power - nay, a force that rivals all but gravity ...
Love: All
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To err is human, to forgive divine What course of action will be thine? Heroic vengeance, stoic acceptance. How sincere if any repentance? A...
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