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Maria Watches Over Us

When I was a kid, the image of Mother Mary was everywhere.  There were the statues of Mary, the amulets and chaplets bearing the image of the Mother of Jesus, right down to the calendars of the Virgin Madonna.  No shred of blaspheming or shard of atheism was to be taken at home, where prayers […]

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A Thousand Cranes for 2010

They say that when you fold one thousand cranes, your wish will come true.  While I don’t seem to be a big believer in wishes, I really do.  I also believe very much in the power of magic… yeah, I can be hopelessly romantic and naive at times.  Sometimes, a little bit of magic – […]

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Die, Die, My Darling

For the last time, let me call you “Sweetheart.” “Sweetheart,” huh?  That’s a mouthful; all I’ve ever been to you was “Bhe.”  You and your terms of endearment.  Bhe… what the hell is that supposed to mean.  “It means baby,” you say.  Sounds like a dog’s dying breath, I say.  So I’ll stop being your […]

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Goat Sez Burnination

Offensive NSFW follows.  Foul language.  Graphic, lurid descriptions of deviant behavior.  Limericks.  Lyrics.  If you don’t like it, scram.  I’m not liable for permanent emotional or psychological damage resulting from burnination. Go on, shoo.  Evaporate.

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Glittertext

When I was in Literature class, and when I was in a lit workshop, they told me the meanings should arise naturally.  They didn’t tell me the text was supposed to and .  I guess I’ll never understand the ways of the youth today, who insist that words should and .  Do they have to […]

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The Boneyards of Srebrenica

One of the news articles that gave me nightmares this week was a report by AP’s Aida Cerkez-Robinson, where forensic scientists are hard at work identifying the bones from mass graves of Ratko Mladic, the remains of the Srebrenica Massacre.  I can’t say I know the history of Srebrenica well, or the Yugoslav conflict, but […]

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Tigulang Nga Kahuy*

The fireflies gathered Quickly, rapidly Like clocks, for the kapre‘s moment of thought. He stood atop the kahuy Carefully, quietly And saw the two lovers holding each other’s hands. The lovers kissed Gently, sweetly And never saw the monster or the iput-ipot around. The kapre mouthed Tan’awun ta’ka And watched as the lovers held each […]

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Moonfruit (Experiments in Tanka)

I don’t know what’s up with the #moonfruit hashtags over at Twitter, but it kind of makes me think of tanka. From what little I can remember of Literature class, tanka is the oldest form of poetry in Japan.  The arrangement of the moras (syllables… verses… whatever, I’m not a poet) go 5-7-5-7-7.  It’s very […]

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