Why can't someone just clone me so one of me could live in a library and read and the other me...well maybe there could be 3 of me so at least 2 could read and then maybe those 2 could get through a 1/10th of what I want to read and write.
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Quotes, haiku, short stories, jokes, puzzles, rants - whatever comes to mind, but all succinct - ''simply shorts.'' I've begun to play with Photoshop so will also post some haiga. Keep waba sabi in mind -- this is process not perfection.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Translated Body
by Sandra Linville-Thomas
Ivory
Jade
Carnelian
or
Transparent rhino tusk
The Chinese woman
unwrapped the small,
impenetrable figure
and pointed to
the head
neck
arms
breasts
stomach
Shielded in her raiment
she cradled the doll
that translated her body,
and defended from probing hands.
She showed the doctor the location
of her affliction.
At times, a servant conveyed
the figure to the doctor
and tapped the place of the pain
for her.
When the mother died, she passed the figure
to her daughter
who presented her own pain
expecting the doctor’s answers to her ache.
A mystery, he said.
Away from the doctor,
the daughter caressed the surrogate mother
and pointed out her pain to herself,
honoring the legacy
in the transparent rhino tusk.
by Sandra Linville-Thomas
Ivory
Jade
Carnelian
or
Transparent rhino tusk
The Chinese woman
unwrapped the small,
impenetrable figure
and pointed to
the head
neck
arms
breasts
stomach
Shielded in her raiment
she cradled the doll
that translated her body,
and defended from probing hands.
She showed the doctor the location
of her affliction.
At times, a servant conveyed
the figure to the doctor
and tapped the place of the pain
for her.
When the mother died, she passed the figure
to her daughter
who presented her own pain
expecting the doctor’s answers to her ache.
A mystery, he said.
Away from the doctor,
the daughter caressed the surrogate mother
and pointed out her pain to herself,
honoring the legacy
in the transparent rhino tusk.
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