Farewell Facebook Friend

The internet is a place in which information is free to float where it may.  Tweet it, facebook it, put it on myspace (but no one will read it there). Pour every meandering thought down into the white rectangle and watch as it affixes itself to cyberspace, to be viewed and judged accordingly by all that see it.
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Like the Fishies love the Seas

We love books. Our house is covered in them, we have so many that our bookshelves can’t hold them all. Regardless of the day, you will likely come across piles of tomes shattered about, both long and short, adult and children.  We have so many we are often searching for a book that becomes lost amongst its [...]

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About a Squirrel

Easy- E has decided that the best animal in the world abounds in our backyard.

 
He spends a good portion of each day gazing lovingly out of windows and doors, alerting us to every one of these bushy-tailed beasts he spies with his little eye.
 

 
He also has his own personal buddy, Earl, who accompanies him on every [...]

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Memory of the Sun

This is my Bear, at around 17 months old, listening to music, hanging out with his mother, learning to talk and climb.
This is my son, when he was the sun, the true center of my world – the most important being in my universe.
Today he is approaching the halfway mark of his eighth year and there is [...]

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Mediations on self destructive behavior.

I have been writing since I could speak in sentences, narrating my own existence, putting my day to day into a lyrical prose I could carry around in my head.  Before I could write, I would put my stories down on paper, filling pages with characters climbing up the walls of the page, desperate to [...]

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Instead of Blogging…

1) I have been working for the man.
2) Chillin’

3) writing poetry for class
Meet Me in St. Louis

If I live a hundred years,
I will still recall afternoon warmth
flowing through the window,
the sounds of bicycles
racing through suburban streets,
Judy Garland, with bangs,
belting her heart out.
Otherwise, all was quiet -
no noise above a whisper -
no touch above an inkling.
I [...]

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