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Rain In A Rusty Bucket

It's what makes the bucket Rusty... and by the way, if you see Rusty tell her to write.

Friday, March 31, 2006

My New Poetry Blog


Transitional with vision
Will your transmission
feel incisions? the affect
of its decisions? pretending
that the wisdom isn't real?

Stuck upon the out rocks
Quite beyond the old docks
Telling time with bullet clocks
And classing men as man.

Odd these friends we have gathered together.
Better their endings forever remembered.
True to their standards of family and tender,
Creator, Constructor, Builder, Inventer.

[sure to be edited as I've just made it up]
(each stanza has it's own metre)

Blogibund Temporaris

You can see my lovely mother has posted an essay on AARP.

This blog is a bit slowed in order to get mother to blog, and cause I'm a sporadic bastard.

Actually, I'm not sporadic, so much as... all over. But that's another story (e.g. I post at many places... I type fact, and love our little citizen intellectual network we have gather here on our internets).

But this blog will rise again... into a mighty two headed beast....

Monday, March 20, 2006

AARP sucks

AARP sucks. I have now posted.