oh no
from th author of "Squash, the Pumpkin" comes "Wind." Feel th power of words. Feel it.
"Wind"
The wind is my favorite kind of air;
It's gone in a minute and in a second its [sic] here.
In the winter it's cold,
And in the summer it's hot,
Sometimes the wind is perfectly apt.
-- JJ [last name withheld]
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Up until third grade, I was known to all as JJ. It became increasingly clear that that was a child's name. Certainly, no serious man--no man capable of such lyricism, such skillful near-rhyming--would be called by such a name. I truncated it to J. My next name change would not occur until 14 years later.
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Ow aaaa God, Jesus, God, I can barely type today. It feels like th blood vessels in my hands are stiff plastic wires, ready to snap. Haikus only from here on out.
To be a cripple
It sucks, no psychic powers
As compensation
"Wind"
The wind is my favorite kind of air;
It's gone in a minute and in a second its [sic] here.
In the winter it's cold,
And in the summer it's hot,
Sometimes the wind is perfectly apt.
-- JJ [last name withheld]
+ + +
Up until third grade, I was known to all as JJ. It became increasingly clear that that was a child's name. Certainly, no serious man--no man capable of such lyricism, such skillful near-rhyming--would be called by such a name. I truncated it to J. My next name change would not occur until 14 years later.
+ + +
Ow aaaa God, Jesus, God, I can barely type today. It feels like th blood vessels in my hands are stiff plastic wires, ready to snap. Haikus only from here on out.
To be a cripple
It sucks, no psychic powers
As compensation