archives for Thursday 16 November 2006
friday refrain · for my musical parents
Thursday 16 November 2006 | someone left a cookie
LETTERS FROM A FATHER
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Ulcerated tooth keeps me awake, there is
such pain, would have to go to the hospital to have
it pulled or would bleed to death from the blood thinners,
but can’t leave Mother, she falls and forgets her salve
and her tranquilizers, her ankles swell so and her bowels
are so bad, she almost had a stoppage […]
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sometimes this old farm / feels like a long-lost friend [brief hiatus]
Thursday 16 November 2006 | I like a cookie
Sadly, the Un must leave you now, for a week or so during which she takes in the many miles of interstate highway en route to (and back again from) East and South Texas—Rice and Pipe Creek and Rice again, respectively. She will return with a black cat, an electric piano, and possibly a few […]
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