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My Journey of Over 6,000 StepsThe best way to cure a cold is to climb up the tallest mountain you can find. Spot as many lucky birds, rest on every turn, and when a man offers to carry you- refuse.My Journey of Over 6,000 Steps
When you think you can't go any further, you will. Like the bird pacing the ground and shuffling dirt with his beak, you need patience.
When you close a lock, throw the key down the mountainside, it can only make the bond stronger. Forget about food, or what you thought it was, question
the safety of bottled water, watch old women climb faster than you, watch the cloud
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UntitledAt day, I am a bat. I am a roller coaster. I’ve never been to New York but I felt it when my mother died: I pulled grass to help me breathe. I sense without senses with my arms stuck to my sides, I am falling. I am a bat, a roller coaster that cannot see it’s end, lost in a twist of skyscrapers I’ve never seen. I count blades of grass like question marks, when she died I had to be still. The earth was not still enough. I’ve never been to New York- but I want contrast, to see with my ears. A stoic bat, I hold my breath on roller coasters. If I cannot be completely still IUntitled
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Shadow PuppetsWe speak with pieces of paper cut to hold up to the light. My fingers don’t make the right shapes to hold things.Shadow Puppets
We don’t speak the same language anymore.
It’s cold; all the color has burnt itself into ash.
Even the clouds are sluggish in the sky. We are too fiercely alone.
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FranklinMy first sight of all-American MainFranklin
Street, reminded me of movies, terrified
me with its simplicity. Weather-vanes
topped roofs and everywhere foods were fried
crisp. We played board games and stayed
up all night in parking lots. Television
felt less false. On hot days we waded
through creeks and climbed abandoned forts, stationed
as silent soldiers. Wrapped in kudzu, I
felt like the cold breeze at the head of Fall.
I had lost the past and hometown, the quiet
thought of origin, of loss, I never had at all
to find out where I meant to go: a place
that co
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- Current Residence: Chattanooga, TN
- Interests: I have too many to list! Poetry, music, movies, and language...
- Favourite movie: Also more than just one... The Nightmare Before Christmas, American Psycho, Batman Begins...
- Favourite band or musician: David Bowie, A Poet Named Revolver, the Beatles, Elvis Costello, Bjork, the Replacements
- Favourite genre of music: rock
- Favourite artist: Most art nouveau artist, David Mack, Andy Lee, Audrey Kawasaki
- Favourite poet or writer: Rainer Maria Rilke, William Carlos Williams, Anna Akhmatova, Pablo Neruda, Italo Calvino, Pavese...
- Favourite photographer: Peter Yang, Annie Liebowitz... I'm a fan of portraits
- MP3 player of choice: iPod (I know... I know...)
- Favourite cartoon character: Gir, the Brain, Meatwad, the guys from El Dorado
- Email: shanaruth@yahoo.com
- AIM: gancianoir
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