da drew a bead
jowl to shoulder
then backed off as the calf’s
head fell, calving season
came late that year, too
late for prayers or
da’s temper
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About Me
- Stephen Rowntree
- "Poetry is the short-circuiting of meaning between words, the impetuous regeneration of primordial myth". Bruno Schulz
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December
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- Melvin Douglas' Shirt
- Calving Season
- The Story of My Living
- Giacomo Joyce
- Chock-Full-O-Nuts
- Desiccated Fruit and Vectors
- Christmas Pudding and Threes
- Christmas Eve Day, Day
- Seeing People Close Up
- John Wayne's Horse
- Omar Killingbock
- And the Pariah Award Goes To...
- Phallic Impropriety (Dec 20/07) Etc
- Coalman's Briefs and Alliterations
- Journal of Journaling
- Pail Water and Corkwood
- Piñata del Amore
- Thermodynamics and Benzodiazepines
- Fiddlesticks and Lye
- Author's Aside
- Repeat Ad Nauseum
- A Tasty Noonday Snack
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December
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Links
- Windows Tuneup
- Apmonia: A Site for Samuel Beckett
- Bywords.ca
- Dublin Time and Day
- fORT/dAfORT/dA
- Google News
- John W. MacDonald's Weblog
- New York Freudian Society
- Sigmund Freud-Museum Wien-Vienna
- Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy
- Taking the Brim _ Took the Broom
- The Blog of Amanda Earl
- The Brazen Head: A James Joyce Public House
2 comments:
your writing in December has taken an especially good turn.
Thanks John...I've decided to return to journal writing, that and more of the same old hat.
S
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