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A River's Source

nobody@vox.com(Aubrey) — Tue, 01 Jul 2008 23:57:50 -0700

I pass by two rivers every day. In the morning, I will hear one as it carves a liquid path from behind the inhospitable walls guarding the backyard of a blank, unmemorable house. Arms of green branches - swathed in garnet colored jewels, parures...

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For The Romantically Inclined

nobody@vox.com(Aubrey) — Fri, 27 Jun 2008 22:39:09 -0700

Not long ago, the sublimely ethereal Jaypo, in a fit of whimsy - or possibly mimsy; I haven't inquired after her borogroves lately - made a list of spammer's names that she had lately been inflicted with: E. Peggy Carmela Jesus Boggs Dirk Moon Pa...

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QotD: Make Me Smile

nobody@vox.com(Aubrey) — Wed, 25 Jun 2008 19:36:55 -0700

What's making you smile today? You've done it all, you've broken every code And pulled the rebel to the floor You spoilt the game, no matter what you say For only metal - what a bore! Blue eyes, blue eyes, how come you tell so many lies? Come u...

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"She Hath Done Wondrous Naughty!"

nobody@vox.com(Aubrey) — Wed, 25 Jun 2008 00:22:20 -0700

Look at her. She once had a name, until historians took that name away, and she merely became 'An Unknown Lady'. Now I have just read that her name has been restored to her. This - finally - is the serious, oddly demure portrait of Catherine H...

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A Heated Argument

nobody@vox.com(Aubrey) — Fri, 20 Jun 2008 19:38:11 -0700

I'm not a person to argue openly with the weather. It's pointless to dispute with someone who holds all the cards. Especially when those cards are marked with planets and stars, moons that pull the tides in like glowing celestial magnets, horiz...

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A Secret Garden

nobody@vox.com(Aubrey) — Wed, 18 Jun 2008 23:34:56 -0700

On my way home, I always walk by a small garden. It reached to the edge of a wooden door, with pale, thirsty branches. It extended the length of the wall in a patterned mesh; a crochet of varied greens - mint, sage, olive, lime - woven on a loo...

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The Peacock Room

nobody@vox.com(Aubrey) — Mon, 16 Jun 2008 22:42:01 -0700

On four walls he painted a glittering, gilded cacophony, golden feathers dripping down leather walls, wings that panted against the ceiling, multitudes of patterns that made a mockery of empty space. Peacocks make human noises; they scream and cr...

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A Working Man

nobody@vox.com(Aubrey) — Fri, 13 Jun 2008 17:32:03 -0700

On May 30, my father retired. He had worked for 47 years at ABC as a video tape editor, slicing and splicing little vignettes of living, montages of still lives that would hold the television viewer's roaming attention. He was a patient and dedi...

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Of Me And Meme

nobody@vox.com(Aubrey) — Sun, 08 Jun 2008 23:28:10 -0700

That buoyant wit, Peg - of Tilling, as well as of 'dubious and questionable memory' - want to know more about me. She has, in fact tagged me - as if my poor hide wasn't scarred and raddled enough. I think you'll agree that she has some cheed, as...

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If Birthday Wishes Were Fishes...

nobody@vox.com(Aubrey) — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 02:01:57 -0700

...then Aubrey would fry. But they remain wishes. I don't foresee them sprouting fins and scales, and I can't imagine myself wearing a chef's hat and an apron that says 'Fry A Little Tenderness'. So, even though today is my birthday, I will not ...

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