Maureen
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Our coffee chills to the storm feeling down the hearth; out of oil, a fire.
4:14 AM Nov 12th
from web
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Sometimes fear lifts like a ramp when you're a kid and you jump and get there.
8:53 AM Nov 9th
from Ada
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The risen sun hot beads of blood through the kelp bulbs' brown-green swaying tide.
11:56 PM Nov 7th
from Ada
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Nine hundred twenty of one thousand! What? It's a secret, Internet.
9:53 PM Nov 7th
from Ada
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Spiders nooked between sill and pane, egg pods the soft prophecy of frost.
7:29 AM Nov 7th
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Bear-eared sea strolls with my pipe have regressed to the garden in long johns.
6:54 AM Nov 7th
from Ada
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Ungoogleable: how many whole cloves in a spoon, world's smartest cat.
5:29 PM Nov 5th
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Sea bows strung with gulls. Making something of the sun: music, coffee, work.
6:16 AM Nov 4th
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Rushing into the future on a borrowed quad core. My poor G4.
10:11 AM Nov 3rd
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San Francisco, take care of @. I don't lend him to just anyone.
10:24 PM Nov 2nd
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Peat pudding, cauldron of soup; a castleful of spirits to imbibe.
6:36 AM Nov 2nd
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Halloween saved by rivottingly erratic fireworks from the shed.
3:57 PM Oct 31st
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Someone in Tokyo thinks @ is a robot. (*´▽｀*) 圧倒される!
5:51 PM Oct 30th
from Ada
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After the struggle, there is another to say, yes, now I'm happy.
8:49 AM Oct 28th
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Conquered. In the soap sweet kitchen, a wool sweater drips blue, freshly dyed.
2:20 PM Oct 25th
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Heaped dishes, drastic measures. Five shots of Illy. So hyped it's 5illy.
4:36 AM Oct 25th
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Sea mist on windows obscures the sea. A wind-slammed gate no lullabye.
6:38 PM Oct 23rd
from Ada
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When we run out of coffee, we have none. I like it better this way.
6:21 AM Oct 23rd
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The storm rattles an attic board above my desk. Late work to Fan Death.
2:04 PM Oct 21st
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@, will Chomsky be recorded? Sad to have missed tix.
7:05 AM Oct 21st
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- Name Maureen Evans
- Location Castle in the fog near Belfast
- Web http://spezzato.org
- Bio I measure out my life in senryu: haiku of human foibles. Regarding existence as a writer, and the Occupational Hazards of Poets.
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