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i did something nice for someone today because i could.

didn't wanna trumpet it on facebook, but i will say that it made me feel good.

that is all.

Jun. 7th, 2010

  • 02:07 Just got back from Taos, NM, from an extended weekend teaching and absorbing some amazing poetry. Tired as hell but renewed in purpose. #

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Apr. 25th, 2010

  • 11:31 About to go rock the Norman Music Festival with the lovely @lazuni. It'll be the Captain and Teneille of spoken word sets. #

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Apr. 21st, 2010

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Apr. 16th, 2010

  • 22:08 @TrianaNatari No such thing as inappropriate stretching. Carry on. #
  • 22:11 @dansullyrules @dainmichaeldown It's so cute when amateur nerds share web scoops with each other. Next, I wanna see tweets about Thor... #
  • 22:45 @TrianaNatari Uh. I must be going to all the wrong bars. #
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Apr. 15th, 2010

  • 23:25 @AlexisDianaEarl: You ain't been over to Geekweek and checked our vids out? Homework, Ms. Lady! Get on it! (Plus, you want tagged on FB?) #
  • 23:28 @KatzMoney I've never even picked up a stick. Now Helms, on the other hand...They call him No Regretsky. #standback #
  • 17:32 Great first live Justin.TV broadcast, @geekweekonline. I am a smarter geek for having watched. #
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Apr. 9th, 2010

  • 09:31 @judyholiday I totally owe you a phonecall. And your tweets are the highlight of my morning. That, and this coffee here. Love. #

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Apr. 6th, 2010

  • 15:30 @TrianaNatari: Just saw your tweet about wanting to sing Dr Horrible with us...I'll be the Billy to your Penny anytime, lady. #
  • 15:31 @TrianaNatari: Of course, that means you end up with Death Ray fragments in your chest, but I think it's totally worth it. #
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Apr. 5th, 2010

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4/30: About That Elephant.

Damn, did we chatterbox adorable.
All feeling fourteen and bulletproof.
I thought it would paint me shades of mope,
looking back on our giddy,
but it really just cemented extra heart
onto this unpaved highway.

Not the hope that we would once again
find solace in each others' sigh and steady,
but the kind of serial optimism that tells me
possibility is always renewable
for another season.

And oh, the seasons we compacted
into our glittery whirlwind.
We slow danced once for three minutes
going on a month.
I watched you paste up a photo album
with your eyes. Those eyes
were embers and flashlights.
They grafittied my palms with words
that will never wash off:


Now whenever I applaud,
it sounds like your soft rasp.
Your leprechaun giggle.
Now when I pray, it feel like
reminder. It feels like signpost
saying, There will always be a light on.

This will never be a eulogy,
At best, it's a bedtime story,
a tuck-in, a chance to pull the covers
up to your chin, and turn down the light
as I fill us both up with fable
and storystuff.

All the ribbons and bows we exchanged
are still shoebox safe. I will watch
as you blossom into shades of everything.
It will be my favorite late night program.

Thank you for giving the map to my spine
and the oil for my rusty shoes.
Thank you for the lightning
and the sexy CPR.
But most of all, thank you
for knowing how to sand me down
when I feel the most jagged.

I have an elephant in my chest now,
thanks to you,
and I hear his memory
is impeccable.

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