Archive for May, 2007
To Texas with love
Letters to Texas:
Miss K. Maas
Texas Shakespeare Festival
1100 Broadway, Kilgore, TX 75662
on the hour of the minute to the second; two weeks ago
drunk from humidity and hayfever,
a few more farewells for good measure.
but, oh the lightness.
but, oh the frivolity.
fortunes so tender,
proximity the only certainty.
this air is not ours,
this hour belongs to day.
Mother
French – Mere
German – Mutter
Hindi – Maji
Urdu – Ammee
English – Mom, Mummy, Mother
Italian – Madre
Portuguese – Mãe
Albanian – Mëmë; Nënë; Burim; Kryemurgeshë
Belarusan – Matka
Cebuano – Inahan; Nanay
Serbian – Majka
Czech – Abatyse
Dutch – Moeder; Moer
Estonian – Ema
Frisian – Emo, Emä, Kantaäiti, Äiti
Greek – Màna
Hawaiian – Makuahine
Hungarian – Anya, Fu
Ilongo – Iloy; Nanay; Nay
Indonesian – Induk
Appropriately, my going-away party was at the Rodeo Bar.
I rounded up my dear ones and had a shindig. It was a hooot.
poem without sense
swallow the pillow towards the back of the throat wihere the feathers won’t tickle and the lint wont coat. if’n you’re ready for such indencet exposure then lean t’wrds the light and preapre for disclosure.
don’t stand too close to the wall, don’t look too aloofly around,
but who should breed comfort when you are alone in the room full of familiars and only have bottle to occupy the preocuppation of hand.
and walk down the path with expression of frown with a hadnful of pebbles and a ten note to waste.
sctub.
srub.
scour and scare.
little tickle
The best and worst sensation to feel is that itty bitty tickle.
Twirling a blade of grass in an unsuspecting friend’s ear or nostril; its a hoot.
They scrunch their face and grind their fingers into the tingly little place;
like bunnies.
i’ve never met a single person who could stoically stand for it;
the Achilles tickle.
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