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 lunachik's Profile |
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| Age: | 34 years old |
| Sex: | Female |
| Location: | Virginia |
| Country: |  United States |
| Zodiac: |  Sagittarius (Nov 22 - Dec 21) |
| Last Login: | Jun 17, 2008 (559 days back) |
About Me |
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| inside, in the very quick of you, in the loving lines/
on your palms, you make yourself visible./
I ride your seasons each time the wind/
tosses you round like a leaf on the mill pond/
I'm there how can I not be? We've practised/
it for centuries, this art of riding.//by geraldine green'dehumidified' my hands are tight, like the stale plastic/nameplate that fled the black mailbox/on the wall outside my house. current/home, that is. we sharpied identities/onto the empty space left behind; i've/marked my own distinguishing cuts/and scrapes, found red in my dry knuckle/wrinkles. byproducts of the season, zero/humidity side effects – we lose our dew/and forget to tell the postman we're gone.//by SmackThey had given up hope/
of any lasting redemption,/
saving grace a dream/
of a distant past./And yet still/
some few placed words/
in carefully considered order,/
and some few painted,/
and some few danced,/
and some few simply loved/
more than was reasonable./Because that was enough/
for just this next small moment.//by Loree Harrell//.. a href= |
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My Interests |
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I'd like to meet:god. my ultimate self.'A Springing' - 'Not enough has been/ Made of days/ That truck off/ From a green carpet.// Bridge,sternum,terrain.// Morning mining morning.'//by Uche Nduka ///'how can you edit out polka-dots/and still claim to believe in happiness?'//Hopelush |
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Music:'i killed my dinner with karate' |
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Movies:'i should have been a great many things' |
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Books:yes, please. |
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Heroes:coffee. random acts of kindness. words like these: 'if we were apples, we'd know the difference between autumn and depression'//by Smack //love like this: pare away the unnecessary/ the self-serving elements/pull off all want and need/ neither requirements/nor conditions/may remain/ love/unencumbered/will meet no/boundary/on the way/ and this/must/find/its mark//by Bloodroot |
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My Background and Lifestyle |
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| MaritalStatus: | Married |
| Hometown: | Springfield, MA |
| Children: | Proud parent |
| Occupation: | editor, writer, teacher, lover of words |
My Pictures |
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My Blog |
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ten years |
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the man up stairs is
shower ing. it sounds
like 5 a.m. rain. the
birds are finding their
way. even keel
cocoons are empty ing
their freight. the king
fisher knows how the
sky and sea taste.... Posted by lunachik on Mon, 16 Jun 2008 12:00:00 PST |
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yes i am |
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things move quickly to re
arrange them selves while
we sit here and chat. other
things are like molasses,
moving in a long, slow S.
the air sticks to every
thing as we kick our
legs th... Posted by lunachik on Sun, 08 Jun 2008 04:13:00 PST |
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recumbent |
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all is shudder
and sigh. four
arms stack on
four arms. if
you ask why, she
will bend sub lime.
Posted by lunachik on Fri, 06 Jun 2008 12:39:00 PST |
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a moon on a wall |
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an orator
a star on fire
a neck line topography
a place setting
a pulse
a chapped bath tub
a grey green leaf
a sign
a sustenance
an empty foyer
a liquid down a thr... Posted by lunachik on Wed, 04 Jun 2008 08:12:00 PST |
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the early soul |
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the early soul catches the
bird - its song shoot ing
secret words of every
thing straight into be ing Posted by lunachik on Mon, 02 Jun 2008 08:16:00 PST |
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wait |
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we sit at the face
of god and wait.
her mouth is a
yard. we are still
learn ing to play. Posted by lunachik on Mon, 19 May 2008 08:04:00 PST |
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dad |
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today is another
day of you. it will
not always be so. i
will try not to un
celebrate it. first
we have cake. and
sixty-something
candles. and a
punch in the gut of
green-carpet
harmo... Posted by lunachik on Wed, 07 May 2008 01:38:00 PST |
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rest (less) |
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every one is say
ing wow, this is great.
and i'm nodding and
shush ing and think
ing yeah. and my little
girl is sleeping on the
edge of a flannel bed
like a little brown
rock. and i a... Posted by lunachik on Sun, 27 Apr 2008 09:38:00 PST |
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tight |
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these things are
pulled tight. a sea of
violins. full of shriek
and surrender. Posted by lunachik on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 07:04:00 PST |
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never sleeps |
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your hand
rests hard
on my chest
like a steeple.
in side the
pulse never
sleeps. like a
great wing ed
horse, the hinge
follows suit.... Posted by lunachik on Sat, 19 Apr 2008 11:17:00 PST |
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My Friends |
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Coffee, Big Baby Sweets, Trooper Rossi, Barbara, Green Eyes, Kelly Darkson, Joye, Elle, De Leigh C, Alanna, Alexis, H., Hopelush, dibbie!!, Inner Beauty, Dayna, Natasha, flame in the snow, Comfortably Numb, Beck, Hemingway Kat, Loree Harrell Writes And Paints, courtney j. campbell, Smack, P E N Z A, Jason, StuckInBrook, Rusky, Psychosis, Juice, Sean B, Mikey, UCHE NDUKA, Les Dalgliesh, (((ray))), Piroska, Marisa, Michael Grover, Albert, SHANNON, neil, Junk Girl the Clown, The Dude, robjmeyer, Nemo (R-MA), Sergio, x t i a n, Amanda Ellen, Auntie American Beauty, Who can it be, now? (in California)
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