archives for Friday 31 October 2008
where the brujo & I would be, if we were home tonight: the zombie party
Friday 31 October 2008 | 9 cookies in the jar
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why I am a bad neighbor
Friday 31 October 2008 | someone left a cookie
Because we had the front door open to admit cool evening air, and innocent wee trick-or-treaters came to the door, stumbling over plastic chairs and table and ashtray in the dark, because we never even use that door, and I went into the living room because Fiona bayed and boomed like a team of berserk […]
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how pets are like their owners
Friday 31 October 2008 | 5 cookies in the jar
It all started on Monday, when I took Fiona to have her teeth cleaned. [Dark warning: What follows is delightfully gory, and not for the odontophobic.]
Ms. Finny was slightly daunted by not getting any breakfast, but was still all excited and slobbery and exuberant, as usual—until we got into the exam room and vet techs […]
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friday refrains · two for autumn
Friday 31 October 2008 | I like a cookie
From the Notebooks of Anne Verveine
III.
I kissed a flame, what did I expect.
Those days, you painted in fire. Tangerine, gold:
one would have had to be a pilgrim to walk
through that wall of molten glass.
And purification
could be conceived, if not
attained, only after many years,
in autumn, in a fire greater than yours,
though menstrual blood still tinged the […]
