August 2011
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thirty-seven
Moved back into my old room at Marta’s tonite. Of course she was out with her professor friend.
I didn’t realize how much I had missed the television and bar-b-que flavored snacks.
July 2011
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thirty-six
I finally got in touch with Marta today. She was in the car with that creative writing teacher from VCU - not that it matters - not sure why I even mentioning that. I could here classical music playing on the radio …
Anyway she says I can come by today while she’s at work to get my stuff. Finally!
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Sayings of the San - 5
Kuvaa utu wako kama ngozi
Wear your dignity like skin
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thirty-five
under the overpass I met my best friend mrjoey
sharing a jerky and a wild irish
the stories of mrjoey makes me cry
well it might be the mrjoey stories of dropped babies and missed trains
but it might just be
might just be the sun going down on the great state of Richmond Virginni and all the Massas in their cut lawn homes in Windsor Farms on this good wednesday thursdayfriday night dinner...
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Sayings of the San - 4
Kwa uaminifu ni kwa kutoheshimu To trust is to disrespect
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thirty-four
This is Gracie and Jimbo Emory. Gracie cuts hair at the salon where Marta works. We’ve gone out for drinks a couple of times and they seem ok. Every once in while I think I’ll catch Gracie giving me the eye - could just be my imagination. And Jimbo … he’s got a Tumblr blog called timjerry that’s kind of interesting. He can come off a little arrogant sometimes,...
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The Tree of Life, very much like poetry on celluloid, is a wondrous meditation...
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