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I wandered around Mom’s apartment a lot today, looking over objects in every room that I remember from toddlerhood. I thought I should want something. My husband thought I should want something. I only chose a few of Dad’s old things to give to my son. I wanted nothing, not even the portrait she’d had … Continue reading Things
It’s not necessity that’s the mother of invention — it’s desperation. And boredom, in a significant dose. Which brings me, in many connotations of that term, to Lookout Joe’s. It’s a busy morning, and I, the Gimp, have managed to coax out myself a seat on the Fluffy Green Couch. So now what do I … Continue reading the mother of…
From lgf: may impair your ability {And I thought my mom was overbearing…} Mothers from Hell A Palestinian woman carries an AK-47 as other holds a hand grenade during a rally to mark the 39th anniversary of the Palestinian National Liberation Movement’s (Fatah) foundation in Gaza City, Wednesday Dec. 31, 2003.
The houses are haunted By white night-gowns. None are green, Or purple with green rings, Or green with yellow rings, Or yellow with blue rings. None of them are strange, With socks of lace And beaded ceintures. People are not going To dream of baboons and periwinkles. Only, here and there, an old sailor, Drunk … Continue reading Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock
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