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Back by popular demand...

I was cleaning my room and directly before I inhaled a crap load of dust, I found some po-ems I wrote in my last writing class. Ah angst-filled free verse. Enjoy...


Home
is where the heart is
is where the eye is
of the storm.

Is that the calm part, the eerie silence, the greenish indescribably Crayola sky, before wind whipping reality hits?
an interlude if you will.
a microcosm of charming suburbia sheletered from the big bad real world.

Yet like the eye, eerie in its silence,
(atmospheric) pressure building.

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"I am growing children not a lawn."

Peppered with mossy spots
the favorite soft cushions of childhood reflections.

Roots protruding above the ground
from a tree we dared to climb scurrying and chattering, squirrel-like.

Onion grass, the weedy chives
a bite to nibble as an afternoon snack.

Ant hills, sandy mountains rising above the grassy plain
from our child's eye view, intricate civilizations to observe.

The lawn was indeed fruitful.

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4 children + 2 parents = crowded bathroom

Yellow and white tiled, sunbeam sink, citron toilet, and a banana bathtub with tiny red fish adhered to the bottom, permanently swimming under little feet.
Grubby towels hang, stained with childhood adventures.

Potty training, science experiments, haircuts.
Alternately a private retreat or a crowded metropolis of teenage angst.
Are you decent? Can I brush my teeth in here? Would you hurry up!

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I'll follow this with news of pollinator welcomes, Philamadelphia, and Bolivia as soon as I can. View my trite creations as a placeholder.

A genius that man!

"listen to the musn'ts child, listen to the don'ts. listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. listen to the never haves, then listen close to me. anything can happen child, anything can be." ~shel silverstein

You have been judged...

...and you have been found wanting. So one of the many J's told me about a splendiferous website called Shelfari. Here you can set up a bookshelf so that others can see what books you're reading or what you recommend...and then judge you. All without setting foot in your house. Of course, I couldn't resist another internet gimmick and I signed up. Check out my favorites! My profile name is Lenni.

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Quote of the year, "Change comes from small initiatives which work, initiatives which, imitated, become the fashion. We cannot wait for great visions from great people, for they are in short supply...It is up to us to light our own small fires in the darkness." ~Charles Handy 1994

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Oh and one more thing. A coupla weeks ago I was out with my girlfriends when I met up with this guy. And although he disappeared the instant I made it clear that I wouldn't sleep with him (despite his oozing charm and general hotness) he said something that stuck with me. He mentioned how he recognized some of my friends from the last time he saw me and was impressed that I had friends who would come out with me every weekend. So THANK YOU LADIES!!!

101!

Today is my 101st post. I was planning to say something witty and insightful but you know how plans go. (Actually I do have a tasteless joke about Foley if you care to hear.)

News: Medically cleared for Peace Corps! Went to a horrifically stilted alumni event. Hung with Meggie. Tutoring starts again. Am stupidest person in my Spanish class. No doubt.

Um. That's about it actually.

Anyone wanna go hiking with me this weekend?
Also, anyone have anything hooded and red...cloak, sweatshirt etc?