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The Livin' is EasyAnd the t-shirt I painted at eleven in grass  was not splattered with colors so bright as your grin.  You emphasize emotion in a carnival night  in the light and spinning people, distanced by the road.  Climb the fence.  Leap up over, snagging something  in the pale moon, in the excitement of summer.  This is when we were little.  This is when  we did not know that we were little.  I never knew that the trees came alive after drinking red kool aid  and it’s the first time, and there is nothing so bright  as the sparklers burning to their twisting ends in the dim.  Ligh The Livin' is Easy
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Story of Why We Have SeasonsWhen, my child, the earth had two separate halves,  one raged with vainglorious heat, wild fire,  the sun’s only stay.  The other packed solid ice into  crystalline shapes, blizzards spanking its white shores  
clean like a fresh kitchen floor.  A little boy lived in snow,  keeping a house like an ice cube tray; a tiny girl baked herself  brown in red-hot sand and bright-skied jungles.   
The boy didn’t even need furs  to be warm in the white slushed piles of snow.  He loved them!  Jumped, crashed about, slid in delicate flakes  until, quiet, he let icy still Story of Why We Have Seasons
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Today is SundayTo feel the diagram of my legs wrap your waist in a swollen grip  I angle to hold up myself; your hands slide the fabric against my legs.  Nothing, oh, nothing—there’s kids around, and friends,  but still here we are, playing the no-one-can-see-us, the  
c’mon, stop, we’re bothering them: your sister’s watching,  mine’s too young to see.  Unless you don’t care—I fall  asleep on your lap while the freckled whelp growls on stage,  demon masks and cookies surrounding our nativity.  I twitch,  
as always.  You hold me—holding me up and around and from falling  and from bei Today is Sunday
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YeshuaBird-winged bone boy, your smell is like rum cake and airports.  Sharp your collarbones, stabbing out, cutting the patch of hair  
at your throat.  You stick out your lip as we vacuum her car;  your toes are like fingers.  Your hair glints like a full-blown dandelion.  All a rectangle, you square off with the treasure hunt,  scheming to the tune of what you hope is a ho-ho.  Her name is a short ode from your lips,  your tears—every one a tear for her parting.  When you blacken your eye—with a Sharpie—for sympathy—  she buys it and kisses your face.  You let me in. &nbs Yeshua
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Browse Gallery

The First that E'er I Sighed For

Thu Aug 10, 2006, 10:28 AM
I just put my show up! I decided to call it "The First That E'er I sighed For" for two reasons.
First, it contains a lot of poetry about my first experiences as a child with different things, new experiences with religion, and new experiences with love. There are also a few new takes on long-ago stories, so it's the first time it's been looked at in a new way. Second, it's my first art show. ;-) The line is from The Tempest, which I'm producing right now (we're about to do our second weekend). Thanks, Shakespeare!
I submitted a subsequent deviation with a picture to show you all how pretty it is. I am really thrilled with how it turned out, even though it was insanely time-consuming. Thanks, everyone, for all of the support in helping me figure out technicalities of a few pieces and supporting me in having the brazen audacity to have a show in the first place. I am really pleased.
Complete list of pieces being shown at Lost Dog Coffee:

fifth stripe of the rainbow
Ladies and Gentlemen
Nottingham: Represent
Tomato Sonnet
Out
The First
I'll Be Back Again Someday
River
Sour Circus
Fall
on stale doritos
Knockbox (or, If Lost Dog Were a Brothel)
The Story of a Girl with Her Eyes Stabbed Out (Oh-So-Careful on Bended Knee)
The Consorts
Impression
AmLit
There's a shiny fish in this poem
Anniversary
Shrine
Attaque
It's Eve's Apple Too
Sam
Crinkle strike wonder stars
The Poultry Problem
Patrick
Wisp
She-Town Girl
The Tree Poem
Dipping
Our Days are Numbered
Tribute to Emily
La Peche
To my Trig Teacher
After Mass I lose hope
Yeshua
Today is Sunday
The Story of Why We Have Seasons
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  • Current Residence: the heart of a good Catholic boy
  • Interests: mythology
  • Favourite movie: The Empire Strikes Back
  • Favourite band or musician: Joni Mitchell
  • Favourite poet or writer: Walt Whitman
  • Skin of choice: consistently pale and freckled
  • Favourite game: teasing Erik Anderson
  • Personal Quote: "What IS this, lesbian bondage exhibitionism?"
  • Tools of the Trade: synaesthesia

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