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A whiff of ozonated air,

Cold breezes on your face,

A chilly peck of rain:

Something wicked this way comes.

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The road goes ever onward

However far I roam,

And though I'm sore and weary

I've never found a home.

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Dallas: I long resided there,

But cut the cord at last. I roamed

To other cities–Boulder, Brownsville–

New, but that I now call home.

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To see the new Harry Potter,

We crowded the hall as squatters;

Time crawled really slow,

We started to low

Like cows in a chute to be slaughtered.

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I'm back!

The Texas heat has me

Baked and boiled by 9 am.

There is a consolation:

Chinese buffet–$5.99!

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Rocky Mountains high

Fall behind me as I drive.

How long will it be

'Till I come home again?

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Ballast so I will not sink,

A rudder in rough seas,

Polestar brightly guiding:

My friends are all of these.

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Woke up this morning sweating, flat,

Harsh of breath, red with rash–

It is a well-known fever that

Can be cooled with wads of cash!

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Fade into the dark

Die in sleep at night,

But with the morning sun

Awake reborn in light.

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Layers of a fear cake–nasty–baked of wormwood flour, frosted thick in black and moldy mud. Taste! Swallow!

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Rush to get things done,

Put them off as long as you can–

Steady progress sucks!

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Shifting wind!

Shifting wind!

One course ends,

Another begins,

New shores, new plans,

Always shifting.

Oh, the wind!

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Yesterday was fine,

Today is a breaking glass;

Nothing stays the same.

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Thought I was dead

Just like Old L.;

Climbed up a mountain,

Now I am well.

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Our hiker–beaten, bloodied, exhausted and back at the car–finally reads the sign, "Trail impassible, closed. Not to be reopened."

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Shit in the woods

Secret, stealthy and sticky

Hope my buns come clean

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Hiking in the mist

A rainbow appears in front

We'll camp at the end

I Give Half Blood Prince 4 of 5 Stars

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, the movie, gets four out of five stars from me. It only gets four because even though it's a great movie, the changes and omissions they made to squeeze a 600 page book into just over two hours of movie annoyed me. Hard to read books and see movies sometimes. Glad they're breaking the last book into two movies!

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Mountains call;

I do not hear.

Adventure sings;

I'm deaf from fear.

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When joy has past and love has gone,

Memory has faded with the dawn;

What once was good has been replaced

By puny hatred: What a waste!

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Love, here's my kiss

To say, "Farewell."

May you now sink deep

To forever dwell within

The fetid fires of Hell.

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Snap the rope!

Cut it clean!

Sever now or

Taste your spleen!

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Black, black sea
Black, black sky
No compass, no harbor
No wind for a tack
In blackness I wander,
This world's only black.

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So much to be done!

A thousand tasks oppress me.

I think I'll lay here.

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After rainy days of chilled regret,

What warming bliss to just forget.

Interview with Fantasy Author Lois McMaster Bujold

In 2007 and 2009, I conducted a two-part interview with Fantasy Author Lois McMaster Bujold about her multi-award-winning book, Paladin of Souls. It's just been posted at the peer-reviewed zine, Women Writers. It's focused on questions of feminist criticism, yet it's actually readable by folks outside the ivory tower. She's a sharp lady; she really has some interesting things to say. Check it out! It may be the last academic thing I write that normal people can stomach reading!  :-P

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I'd like to make a nest of cash

And sleep the whole day through,

But when my fancy nap is done,

I'll give it all to you.

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Stepfather * \ˈstep-ˌfä-thər\  * noun:

1. Impulse purchase
2. Lifestyle accessory
3. Man, easily discarded

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A day without purpose, a life without reason, a joy without cause: Just be.

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A fellow who tried to be clever,

Impressed folks pretty much never,

He was crass,

Quite the ass,

Got laughed at for his endeavor.

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Some wounds never heal;

Some pains never end;

Yet we hope against the grain

That our hearts will mend.

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Too tired to think. Too tired to dream. Too tired to think. Too tired to care. Too tired to think. Too tired to hope. Just...too...tired.

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Idolator of tiny faces,

adored icons

that show

parts of faces

only, 

like God, 

Herself,

never fully revealed.