Tuesday, July 16th, 2013
Days punctuated
by afternoon thunderstorms
from out of nowhere.
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Monday, July 15th, 2013
A little bit of
hospitality, plus booze,
tunes, smiles and munchies.
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Sunday, July 14th, 2013
Stray tarps kept water
off the stacks. The collection
remained safe for now.
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Saturday, July 13th, 2013
Talk to me like a
third grader when explaining
new tech from now on.
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Friday, July 12th, 2013
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- functional extrovert
His grin seemed off, a
plastered sentiment beneath
weary darkened eyes.
- piracy in the 21st century
Not doubloons or gold,
but a digital copy
of a “Twilight” flick.
- working hard or hardly resting
The taskmaster would
brook no break, choosing instead
to whisper, “Don’t stop.”
- the mule in spring
The mule inched forward
imperceptibly while the
asses watched agape.
- baker’s choice
Her kitchen became
a flour-y disaster
zone, but, oh, the tarts!
- lost in transubstantiation
Eating and drinking
one’s savior could cause severe
deus diabetes.
- strawberry delight
Sweet harvest, bounty
of red, sunlight trapped in juice
beneath curvy skins.
- four-legged tornado
The misbehaving
pup shredded assorted clothes
and tinkled at will.
- viral notion
The vice president
asked the marketing chief, who
assigned it to interns.
- rounding third
A runner made for
home, egged on by teammates, fans
and adrenaline.
- nose to the ground
The forest floor sent
the tail wagging with the scent
of hidden creatures.
- condition blue
Gorgeous springtime sky
gives no hint of tornadoes
on the horizon.
- prone to rupture
The vessel for his
madness leaked oily fluid
onto the blank page.
- horror in boston
Marathoners cross
the finish line, only to
find death, destruction.
- the unheralded organizers
Their free time is spent
hunting chairs, making flyers
and scrounging for pens.
- like a nuclear bomb
Flames pierce stillness of
night, followed by explosion
flattening Texas.
- the modest goddess
Naked, unguarded,
she possesses my soul with
her gentle glances.
- negative vibes
Senses register
troubled spirits. Air thick with
hope and frustration.
- goodnight, beantown
Rest, you weary sons
of liberty. Know that your
neighbors will keep watch.
- post-post-postmodern
Art is everywhere.
We are art, everything is
art. Is this art? No.
- plot dealers
They glance around once,
twice, before revealing the
merchandise: free books.
- a sisyphus for the rest of us
Eventually,
the boulder wore down into
a pebble, then speck.
- the buzzer is broken
Weary shopper takes
a seat on the metal bench.
Clerk isn’t in sight.
- security in insecurity
A bundle of nerves
kept him both isolated
and in constant touch.
- bart on the loose
Colorful boxer
bounds over sidewalks and steps
to art lovers’ grins.
- step 3: profit!
The plan was to do
this, but quickly turned into
that. Was that the plan?
- a land without sidewalks
Even the full moon
could not light the way along
dark streets and odd homes.
- they came, they saw, they left
Dark windows kept the
crowds at bay. Though they knocked for
service, no one came.
- home sweat home
A house in need of
a woman’s touch, followed by
laboring in love.
- fight of the bumblebee
Pup snatches bees in
mid-flight, snacking on buzzing
drones, stingers and all.
- the guardian of time
The jaded keeper
sat impatiently in the
swirl of cosmic night.
- embrace of the teeming
Have a card, take a
card. Leave a card, toss a card.
Shuffle off and die.
- dare to hoe
Rows wind through the dirt.
Squirrels tear through the rows. Birds peck
at the black remains.
- big dogs on campus
Institution of
higher learning rewards good
dogs with free boarding.
- troubadours and lattes
A lone guitarist
plays for coffee and change to
crowds of day people.
- a tent popped for two
The wind wouldn’t quit.
Night fell in droplets, as they
huddled reading verse.
- no one understands but her
I am weak, but she
makes me strong. I am confused,
but she guides me through.
- how to be a juggler
Keep those balls in the
air. Make it seem easy. Don’t
look away too long.
- countertop blizzard
The kitchen looked as
if a chef had hit it with
a flour grenade.
- cutter’s corner
The gentleman with
the unruly mane took his
seat, while the rest jawed.
- where shows go to die
This fall’s lineup will
make audiences laugh, cry
unlike latest crop.
- the aural void
Silence. A rushing
of waves. The moan of a train
whistle. Then, silence.
- let me love you till the end of time
A heart calls out for
a twin, one that lubs while the
other dubs. Lub-dub.
- the hidden heart
Beneath the hard shell,
a faint ticking could be heard
whenever she smiled.
- cheap and dirty
Piles of merchandise
wait to be adopted, then
thrown in the garbage.
- a dog, a cat, an exit
The kitchen floor still
has rings where their supper bowls
held their attention.
- draft epitaph
Father, husband, son,
scoundrel, drunk, beggar, drifter,
human. Rest in peace.
- a waking nightmare
His eyes opened, and
she was gone. Never had a
dream seemed so lifelike.
- before sunrise
He scanned the foggy
horizon, searching for … he
wasn’t quite certain.
- quadruple life
Her heart belonged to
art and people and crafting
and passions unknown.
- hidden in the beginning
Evil monster is
lame. (yawn) She’s unseemly czar,
known sociopath.
- cardiojacking
Knock knock. Get out of
my heart. (pause) Oh, you can stay
a little longer.
- they dared intimacy
When he was naked
and vulnerable, she held
him ever so tight.
- the intersections that matter
The path isn’t clear.
We may choose a direction,
but wander astray.
- duty and honor
We could do better
by our vets, living or dead.
Today, tomorrow.
- as they should be
Fate is fickle and
unkind. She leads us to hope
disguised as dead ends.
- foolish and free
Soon, others joined the
movement, not caring about
societal norms.
- modern coupling
No proposal, but
registered at the pawn shop
and the brewery.
- dual torches
We used our phones as
flashlights, stepping cautiously
along the cliff face.
- stripped bare
Without pretense or
even thought, the lone figure
began days anew.
- how campaigns are won
Dirty deals in back
rooms while smiling and laughing
for the citizens.
- cure all
The potion hadn’t
been tested. Who knew what side
effects would bite back?
- humid enough for ya
Face, neck, brow lousy
with sweat. Even indoors. With
air conditioning.
- 73 ways to make introverts squirm
So many reports
on introverts makes me want
to hide somewhere dark.
- famous last words
Fortune favors the
bold. Who dares wins. God helps those
who help themselves. Charge!
- nowhere to go but
In the pit of deep
despair, every direction
leads upward and out.
- you are the product
What you click, what you
share, what you read, you are a
hot commodity.
- a spare arm or leg
The starfish doesn’t
know he has an odd number
of appendages.
- of pegs and holes
Would you ever read
the instruction manual
for a new sweetheart?
- e-pen to e-paper
I always thought my
first book would be about love
or haiku. It’s not.
- you gotta see the baby
Newborns achieve wild
instant fame through their unpaid
phone paparazzi.
- the extended solo
He played and riffed till
his fingers ached. Fading out
into a silence.
- almost all grown up
By the time the old
traveler settled down, he
embraced adulthood.
- rise of the cyber impostors
Online, everyone
is me and I am hidden
among the fakers.
- branch dressing
Tendrils snag any
low-hanging limb, tangoing
their way to the sky.
- condition clear, condition red
A furious wave
of panic rose within, then
left. Trembling remains.
- the power of the power pen
The ideas the
words tumbled forth pouring waves
of unwieldy prose.
- in the bones
The weariness of
existence permeated
his flagging body.
- the stories we tell ourselves
The stories we tell
ourselves have the most cruel and
misleading outcomes.
- a meadow afar
Dappled fields glisten
with careless splatters of dew
as the morning wakes.
- this is freedom
A blistering hot
summer day, walking to the
mini-mart carefree.
- we are all voyeurs
Peeking into the
lives of others, laughing, in
shock, judging, with scorn.
- a common tongue
Whether through laughter,
food, music or alcohol,
we bond with others.
- the slope of no return
The faint ant of a
climber hugged the bump on the
marble of the Earth.
- the ruins in progress
The aging house gave
up the fight, part by creaking
part, and no one saw.
- a notion of the past
Those who fail to learn
the lessons of history
are oblivious.
- timer tyranny
The countdown left no
room for second guessing, just
for precise action.
- down at the laundry hole
Jeans go for a swim
in cool suds. Shirts bob, and odd
socks play hide and seek.
- down by half
Half a year flies by,
and with it, half the hopes and
dreams we had in mind.
- freedom without responsibility
What would it mean to
roam without a care, a thought,
a plan for living?
- more fun than a barrel of pixels
The entertainment
center needed only a
lamp, chair, stack of books.
- narrative pulse
The pages would flip
by more rapidly as we
neared the chapter’s end.
- society under glass
What is freedom when
we face surveillance online
and everywhere else?
- caught looking ahead
The moment of the
present was interrupted
by future what-ifs.
- a personal space that is not entirely unhappy
Imaginary
circle repels the wailing
of spoiled sad sacks.
- mists of midsummer
Little feet hopped the
sprinkler, unaware of the
light rain trickling down.
- that look in their eyes
In their heads, they are
counting the days till the next
holiday from work.
- the minute hand askew
Terminally late,
the prince of the suburbs huffed
out of breath to work.
- on the road 2013
Jack Kerouac would
never get lost as long as as
his smartphone has bars.
- the futures that never came
Imagination
fueled anxiety and a
nagging sense of doom.
- an external bug
The toddler undid
hours of work with a mere
lick of the laptop.
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Thursday, July 11th, 2013
Imagination
fueled anxiety and a
nagging sense of doom.
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Wednesday, July 10th, 2013
Jack Kerouac would
never get lost as long as as
his smartphone has bars.
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Tuesday, July 9th, 2013
Terminally late,
the prince of the suburbs huffed
out of breath to work.
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Monday, July 8th, 2013
In their heads, they are
counting the days till the next
holiday from work.
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Sunday, July 7th, 2013
Little feet hopped the
sprinkler, unaware of the
light rain trickling down.
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Saturday, July 6th, 2013
Imaginary
circle repels the wailing
of spoiled sad sacks.
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Friday, July 5th, 2013
The moment of the
present was interrupted
by future what-ifs.
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Thursday, July 4th, 2013
What is freedom when
we face surveillance online
and everywhere else?
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Wednesday, July 3rd, 2013
The pages would flip
by more rapidly as we
neared the chapter’s end.
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