DéJA VU

A clean reflection

sitting in a field,

red poppies at the foot of Mont Serrat,

my mother

among the poppies,

And there I am again,

at two,

squinting into the sun,

someone points a camera,

something that’s me


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Thursday, March 11, 2010

OPEN LETTER TO THE UNBEARABLES

http://www.thevillager.com/villager_358/literaryroles.html

The publication of this piece in the current Villager exposes the Unbearable's idea of creating Temporary Autonomous Zones void of self-interest or lust for celebrity as just a lot of elitist talk. John Bayles and his employer, The Villager, eager to make a buck, has them mooning the Literary World with their self-satisfied grins. Self-promotion is an understatement. Their portrait portrays a group of naval-contemplating wannabes playing to the cameras. Yes--step right up you bunch of self-declared a-holes. If that isn't a bit of pretentious humility, I don't know what is.
Respectfully,
Buffy Porker

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