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My Soul: He took my soul, crumpled it up like a wad of paper and threw it down, down onto the subway tracks along with the rats and vermin to be crushed completely with the next passing train
Favorite Foods of NJ: Favorite foods of New Jersey: Pizza and Pork rolls
Mile a minute weed: Comedies end with marriage. Dramas start with them
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Painted Poetry series
The Game: She sat there with perfect control. Never let them see you smile. At all costs do not show your hand. Carefully, she tucked it insider her pocket. Now it couldn’t be said she wasn’t playing the game as it was meant to be played.
Church: At least now I understand better the strangeness of strangers
Steps of Gold :My mother’s mother said, “Just sign your name on the dotted line. That is all you need to do.” –from a dreamRed horse: Many a dream has grown limbs and walked.
Round house: I knew you were asleep, so I could wish you well in my thoughts.
Bluebird: There exists a place and time where there are no shadows. In this space every object must stand upon its own, without being judged upon the merit of its shadow.
Piggy bank: Let me explain: The difference between a client and a customer is that a client pays for a service and a customer for a product
Empty Air: She gave her speech to the room, and when she was finished she took away the partners of two men. Here the men far outnumbered the women, perhaps by as many as three to one. When she finished, the music resumed and the dance continued.A man in a light blue shirt and S were singled out and left holding their arms around empty air. I watched to see if they would take another partner, or even if they would dance with each other. But this was not the case. When the music started up again, everyone continued in the room to the dance and to moving forward in a clockwise direction. Even the men without partners continued to go through the motions, their arms outstretched over empty air.
Night: On this night of nights, even an individual can walk on water with a light.Deserted streetThe young man told of his love to read. He was on horseback. A clear, plain face with short cut blond hair. He reads all kinds of stories and especially enjoys gruesome murder mysteries. I spoke to him about this on the vast plains early one morning while looking for my golden sweater.Church at Ericiera1000 years, 1000 fears, Now you must drive them all to the sea. It is your destiny.
Mini mall: The little shops: low, flat and square in the mini mall, like so many teeth. Where is the main opening, the mouth?The outside worldThe outside world comes twice each day to my door. Each morning brings the newspaper. Each evening brings the mail.One wishIf you could have one wish granted to you, what would it be? “I want to be a Generic Woman, to be purchased for my contents only, not for fancy packaging or expensive advertising, but because they want the stuff that’s inside.”I’m interviewing for the position: head slut, chief whore. It takes place in a department store display window serving the generic public.
Woman on tile floor: Spilling the coffee beans on the kitchen floor. Dark brown, hard and shiny, I forgot and thought they were cockroaches as I swept their hard little bodies into the dustpan.Old photographs, old dreams, torn in bits and pieces.
Horses: He painted horses so well that when six he had painted died, it was said that he had stolen their souls from them.Farmer John The phone rang, and I answered it. It was a pit ready to go to market. Could I possibly help him. A small donation of $50 could keep Farmer John off his back for awhile. I said I was sorry to hear about his circumstances, but I just don’t have $50 to give to a pig. Then he said, $10 would help. I said I really do not give money to strangers over the phone. He begged me to give anything, even $1.00. So I got out my checkbook and mailed one dollar to the pig. The next day, as I sat reflecting on this story over breakfast, I realized I was eating bacon and eggs.
The shape of things to come : The shape of things to come
Golden bird: The sky flew in between his wings