Monthly Archives: July 2002

Why doesn’t what a poet is like matter to his poetry?

The fact is, there’s no such thing as a poetic type. Continue reading

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Sometimes your kids don’t understand kids, either

I think the girl in question (a known drama queen) was going for shock value, but maybe she’s just been hit on by too many drooling guys. Continue reading

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I do not feel good

This sort of half-life is dragging me under. Continue reading

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Moving right along

M poked around some of the playground and got in one of the play automobiles for a ride, with Daddy pushing. Continue reading

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Der Konzern, die Firma, der Haus das Krupp

The wonder was that the Krupps succeeded at all. Continue reading

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All done!

At nineteen hours on the clock I was under budget and ahead of schedule. Continue reading

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Another green sacrifice (phase one)

The damned mosquitoes breed in the giant bamboo hedge across the back of our lot, a Legacy-from-Hell courtesy of a previous owner. Continue reading

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I write for myself and strangers

“Give me a copper coin and I will tell you a golden tale!” has ever been the storyteller’s cry, and to discover I am repaid in base metal revolts me. Continue reading

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Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow

I went out to dig up some of the hundred pecan seedlings I have growing in the front lawn. Continue reading

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Amusement == an articulate teenage girl in the house

I was treated to a highly entertaining rant on the nugacity of the “commentary” she was supposed to provide. Continue reading

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