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Four Walls, Four Corners of Domesticity:noshei

Mon, 24 Mar 2008 01:26:02 +0000

A Collection of Ten Poems:     A Poem of Home-Welcoming     Dear Uncle Don, the house is gray and woody for more than a decade now. The doorknob is accented by the dark stains from the hands of people who go in and out, in and out–. Lola is upset dressing her windows […](image)


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A Letter of Home Welcomingnoshei

Tue, 05 Feb 2008 03:29:57 +0000

Dear Uncle Don, the house is gray and woody for more than a decade now. The doorknob is accented by the dark stains from the hands of people who go in and out, in and out–. Lola is upset dressing her windows with green (her favorite color) pongee curtain she bought in Bankerohan. When it […](image)


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for caedmon whom–for once in my life—i thought i had metnoshei

Sun, 23 Dec 2007 05:03:41 +0000

(It might be that)   when a painted wall peels, on its own, it gets rid of dusts and cobwebs of photographs and words that injure Silence in its gut. As when a tiled floor is mopped—it takes away the stamped labyrinths (of, say, two pairs of soles.     Tell me— if this skin, […](image)


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Mon, 17 Dec 2007 13:37:55 +0000

a rainbow of dirty clothes about the fed-up pink basket the dusts on top of the shiny black leather-dressing box jane eyre and the queen of the damned, on the floor, flat and shut a fancy pearl-earring sealed inside the clear zip-lock cellophane the dangling blanket on the bed-side, and the loosing pillow-cases off the […](image)


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seventeen syllables (version2)noshei

Tue, 11 Dec 2007 13:33:29 +0000

i lay on the waves and the folds of the sheet we made with our eyes closed.(image)


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poetry exercise 2noshei

Tue, 11 Dec 2007 13:06:59 +0000

Persian Poetry Jalal al-Din Rumi, 1207-1273 A.D. From the Divan-i Shams-i Tabriz This is love — to fly toward the heavens, To tear every instant a hundred veils; At the first moment, to renounce life, At the last, to journey without feet; To regard this world as invisible, Not to see what your eyes behold. […](image)


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seventeen syllablesnoshei

Fri, 07 Dec 2007 08:04:08 +0000

i lay on the ripples and waves of the sheet we made with our eyes closed.(image)


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poetry exercise 1noshei

Tue, 04 Dec 2007 14:43:04 +0000

Egypt- ca. 1800 B.C Death is before my eyes today Like a man recovering from illness, Like a convalescent walking afield. Death is before my eyes today Like the scent of the myrrh Like sitting under a boat’s sail on a windy day. Death is before my eyes today Like the smell of lotus flower […](image)


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assignment: on the creative processnoshei

Tue, 27 Nov 2007 09:52:50 +0000

In my poem, Let My Cat-Insticts Out The Bag:   Last night I had a mouse-chase going. I laid still between the sofa and shoe rack in case it will come out nicely out a hole in that roomful of papers, boxes, cans and dusts. The whole time I did not flicker an eyelid. It […](image)


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assignmentnoshei

Mon, 24 Sep 2007 13:33:57 +0000

Roselle I. Jimeno                                                                                                                     CL122 05-65504                                                                                                            September 25, 2007               To start, I think I should begin with what the situation was like the time I was born. My parents were nineteen. My mother had to quit school to attend to me, and my father eventually quit school too. Since then we had always been […](image)


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