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WHAT HAPPENED THIS WEEK.. (1) Hidden path to Sweet Thing falls, hiking where earth is the bun, the frosting? moss. Rushing waters cry out, "take a bite!" .. (2) Moonlight entering the window, a solitary shadow rolls to the unoccupied side of the bed.. (3) Sweeping corners of the room, the broom found that missing bamboo fork, my camouflaged ring and some dusty memories of us.. (4) tail gate market purchase list- purple potatos, deep green broccolettes, crinkly napa leaves, pink lady apples, but not the farmstead cheese, pinching dollars, maybe next season.. (5) "I like your hat." Hats..his musty beret with a button "I LIKE IKE", her lively patchwork bucket hat handstitched wearable art, a Tilly that protects in all longitudes, altitudes and languages, African kufi cap, silk headwrap, my second hand leather floppy with feather, fossil, dragon lens, worry doll, wishbone.. A hat personifies where we have been and where we long to be.. (6) How many stairs? abo...

KINDERQUOTES: "Dead people live in that house," says Zelly, pointing to the steeple beyond the gravestones.... "I really wish my skin was green because it's my favorite color," says Daq..... "Who is that person?' asks Z, holding up a dollar bill in both hands. .... "Look, Mommy, my school is bigger than a hawk's wing. It's so long." .... "Mommy, I can't stop liking you so much." .... "My hair looks like spaghetti," remarks Z. .... "I spelled twenty six," she says, scribbling in the coloring book. .... "You're my grandma, right? But when you die, you will be a Great Grandma." .... "If you don't listen, the police are going to come get you," warns D to little sister. .... Why do you need two clothespins? "So Zelly and I can eat our popcorn." .... "Did you know that when we eat turkey, it's a dead animal." .... "I don't know why there are so man...

MILLENIA TO COME...Faster than receding gums it races from inner consciousness to out of doors. It races with translucent haze into green veins of transpiring flora. It circulates with calls of the Griffin up to dense clouds, falls with amorous rain reflecting its mystery onto each drop. It sinks beneath the smell of earthy feet caught up in some blue Kaolin clay, and dissolves into deep dark feldspar minerals. Touching every element, endlessly cycling back into haze, lost love can be retrieved from millenia to come. (EL Soodak)

DISTANT TERRAINS...In our distant terrains, yours of terra cotta, mine at this soft meadow, Did you tap my shoulder? I can feel it here from there. ^=;--.__. It must have been that night, a wailing otter, the wild call of your desire from afar, echoing under my covers. ^=;--._. Waking up hungry, too dark for breakfast. It's not toast that I want. (EL Soodak)

ASCLEPIAS... Asclepias, throne for Danaus, offers its clustered blooms to winged travelers for nourishment, offers its raw silky filament as a rest place and, for aesthetic insects, offers its gallery of tearlike pods which I, friend of Nymphalidae caterpillars, have touched, as have many monarchs flitting from these misty blue foothills to the silkweed patch near your hacienda. ... (EL Soodak)

PI'S REQUEST... Streaming from the vena cava, these words fill the atrium of my heart, drip off this wound onto the surface, between cracks in the sidewalk, and pulse throughout earth's chamber, these few words: Volume equals four/thirds Pi(r) squared. ......... *=---__.. *=---__.. more comets in the forecast, look, their tails displaying poetic sparks: *=---__.. Cradled in clouds, the new born moon sways. *=---__.. Puddles at night- stars floating in a small sky. *=---__.. Street lamp glows, s-t-r-e-t-c-h-i-n-g pine needle shadows. *=---__.. Ripe orange, a fruit fly's world. *=---__.. Toting crumbs, single file, from our picnic to theirs- ants at ants smile. *=---__.. Breaking wave~ the little boy covers his wet bed. *=---;__ In darkness, waiting for the firefly to enlighten us. *=---;__ . ... (EL Soodak)