Saturday, November 28, 2009
November 28, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
November 20, 2009
November 20, 2009
Imago
It was dark (and warm)
inside my cocoon, and then
I emerged: a moth.
Bernardine
So lonely (and cold)
underground. Forced imago,
and you feel the same.
Prairie Fire Collective
So scary (and hard)
changing. You can feel the same—
revise the approach.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
November 12, 2009
Collab
by eric c cottrell
You are what you eat.
So what if I nibble ears?
I'm only human.
by me
We are what we eat.
Does nib'ling each others' ears
make us cannibals?
by me
You are what you eat.
So on the month's first Sunday
I'm a righteous ghost.
by eric c cottrell
He, a cannibal,
they called him an animal.
Are you what you eat?
by eric c cottrell
"You are what you eat,"
said the wise man. He then said,
"Hi, I'm bologna."
by me
I am what I eat.
So after the big breakup
she's right, I'm nothing.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
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