“Hark how the bells, sweet silver bells, all seem to say throw cares away …”
Join the Alabama Symphony Orchestra for a free holiday concert at 7 tonight. Christopher Confessore conducts.
The event takes place at the Guiding Light Church, 1800 John Rogers Drive [map | directions].
The coast laps gently
along the broken shoreline,
casino lights burn.
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Drywall crumbles from
prying, leaving historic
frame intact for now.
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Swirl of colors sparks
impulse to paint in new hues
through brushes of youth.
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The boat people take
the undesirable lands
to build and rebuild.
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Stubborn fungus won’t
stay away. But how do we
eject this houseguest?
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We stop and study
monuments to tragedies,
in awe and despair.
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We’re thankful for so much. Have a wonderful holiday! “See you soon, you sly devil.”
P.S. Happy Slapsgiving! (See video on the jump.)
These pre-walls need mud
and sanding, trowels of care
from floor to ceiling.
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Surrounded by bunks
missing bodies, unclaimed spots
needing helpful souls.
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Beneath the sneer of
approval lies the boiling
discontent of rage.
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Infomercial host
almost closes sale except
for dubious hair.
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The coming drought will
guarantee that the glass is
no longer half full.
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Hydrogenated
lecithin, xanthan gum, high
fructose corn syrup.
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Eight-hour meeting
takes toll on posterior.
My ass has gone numb.
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I’m 37, and today, I learned how to brush my teeth.
