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Audio/visual slideshows for a modest price.Send inquiries to:karmanot@gmail.comMay 2007
Stuff Happens in Bush World
Tuesday, 29 May 2007 3:10 P GMT-04
“Stuff Happens” is one hell of a way to run an Empire. As foreign policy in perpetual war it’s down right madness, surpassing even the contempt of incompetence. One wonders what might have happened to the Roman or the British empire
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Voices on Memorial Day
Sunday, 27 May 2007 4:12 P GMT-04
Captain William J. Browne; Viola Keeler; Cal French; Hal Norton Jr.; Bill Williams; Hoppie; Marcia Condo; A. Pacitto; Peter Pacitto I; Viola Olin; ; T.J. Russell; Sam & Trina McCune; Elsie Enright; Thomas Enright; Patrick & Marie Browne; Clar
Ruby's Memorial Day
Wednesday, 23 May 2007 11:38 P GMT-04
Ruby’s Memorial DayRuby and her husband Hercules Valentine Anderson were my grandparents. Memorial Day always brings them up. For many nowadays that special day is usually reserved for bloviating chicken hawks, who never served anything but sel
In Better Days
Tuesday, 22 May 2007 4:10 P GMT-04
We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse. For my grandchildren, I'd like better. I'd really like for them to know about hand me down clothes and homemade ice cream an
Hurricane Cal
Monday, 21 May 2007 10:30 P GMT-04
Swept awayThat day,In the kitchen against the wallOn a wave of you. A first-time raft in a hurricaneTwo so different and the sameFor hours, for days----The craze of love. Long years agoAnd ever sinceThe heart escaped, Being greaterTh
GLORY
Thursday, 17 May 2007 4:40 P GMT-04
'Glory, Glory, Glory' is what Katherine wrote on the days of her calendar---except for the last three. A neighbor found her two weeks later, dead on the kitchen floor. Except for rigueur, the old girl seemed perfectly preserved as if a mummy.
Spam and Eggs~ The Anniversary of Spam
Sunday, 13 May 2007 10:36 P GMT-04
25 Year Anniversary of Spam
Vermont Country Journal~ Friday on the Farm
Friday, 11 May 2007 8:14 P GMT-04
Springtime in Vermont...Local Color
Neologisms of the American Spectacle
Wednesday, 9 May 2007 11:40 A GMT-04
Neologisms of the American SpectaclePart OneWhat is a neologism? On one hand it means “a new word, usage or expression” and on an other, “a meaningless word coined by a psychotic.” When used as a standard complexity of semanti
Home'in
Tuesday, 1 May 2007 10:15 P GMT-04
That road to whereIs no way homeAs you roamTo the open of a broken gateAnd wait. A pause of lightFlickers shadows over the space Where there was a door. Across the old,Gray board floor,No feet have walkedNor voices talked Of ordinary timesA
Savannah
Tuesday, 1 May 2007 1:34 P GMT-04
Come and goneAnd its done done.I heard your callTo rise and fall When at my sightYou would not see the lightWithin my dayWithin my night Old voyager at your doorKnocking at hope With a treasure bagAnd lag Of years Wide OaksDrape