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What lips...

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain… 95 more words


Dirge Without Music

Walker found Samson as an 8-week-old kitten at the local shelter, an orange kitten curled up in a child’s yellow Winnie-the-Pooh chair, and having been promised he could take home a kitten, said “this one!” He slept on Walker’s new toddler bed, let Eleanor pet his soft belly fur, climbed directly up the sheers in the living room, and had a silly little mew that belied his name. 464 more words

What lips my lips have kissed...

When I was a sex-nut back in my 20’s and 30’s, and going through relationships (real, and imagined) like they were handfuls of popcorn endlessly pulled from a bottomless bag at a summer blockbuster – I knew – for I had read – that the show doesn’t go on forever. 735 more words


Nell Zink--"Make Me Live" (Harper's, March 2015)

: RHEOSTATICS-Ted’s Wrecking Yard Toronto, ON, (March 25, 2000).

This was the sixth and final night of Green Sprouts Music Week–the band’s annual residency at Ted’s Wrecking Yard.  1,092 more words

Canadian Music

Poetry Tuesdays — What lips my lips

This is one of my absolute favorites. Read it out loud. Feel the words roll off your tongue. Feel the rhythm push you through to the next line. 170 more words


Kids These Days

Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand:
Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!
– Second Fig, by Edna St. Vincent Millay… 476 more words

Du Jour Of The Week

Love is Not All: It is Not Meat Nor Drink

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink… 102 more words

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