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SUNDAY (4/19/09)


The land draws nearer and nearer now, it is upon us. We can see moving forms, limbs along its edges waving to us as the seagulls spiral the welcome sky.
U.S. to boycott racism conference over Israel
Right after the stars were replaced with sequins and the moon had fallen from its perch, readily replaced with a wad of Swiss cheese, we were confident that we knew all there was to know.
U.S. says watching China's naval expansion closely
This will not be the same war, said the Iraqi youth. It will not fall so easily, death and destruction, said the old man. Yes. It will be none of those things, yet all of those things, sighed the cleric.
F.B.I. and States Vastly Expand DNA Databases
As I wandered through the afternoon vineyard and its musty odor hovered just beneath my nose, I looked down to see that my shirt was stained. Grapes. It’s never washed out; a permanent and traceable stain.

Police: Man Kills Family, Self in Maryland Home
It is as it will be, our understanding of these things, these mind numbing and all too frequent occurrences. We’ll act as if we’re trying to comprehend them, piece them together as one might stitch bullet holes, but we’ll do more to misunderstand them than learn anything.

Iran Convicts U.S. Journalist Of Spying
When one shatters a neighbor’s land with bombs and tanks, there arises blow-back  either equal or greater, then frail excuses will soar well above the truth.


Bush Torture Memos Released
Caution: this remedy may cause certain people debilitating ulcers and it may, if taken orally, release the loons from their asylum. Please get medical attention immediately if you feel irritated, nauseated, hear voices, feel restless, unusually disturbed or if you, or someone you love, is, in fact, guilty of torture.


© 2008 mrp/thepoetryman

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