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Tuesday, March 9, 2010. For me. There. Vera M. Smith. Sunday, October 25, 2009. News We have a deal with The Art Garden. They can frame Art in a wonderful way. Any piece from this show will get a discount on framing. Vera M. Smith. Saturday, October 3, 2009. The walls of El Barrio are all covered now. A few details to be prepared until Wednsday. Vera M. Smith. Sunday, September 27, 2009. Vera M. Smith. The poetic language is more than poetry. Vera M. Smith. Vera M. Smith. Vera M. Smith. A very dear one.CONTENT
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Being human means we get to be everybody In the . Monday, 23 March 2009. Being human means we get to be everybody. I am that ugly sister, thinking. About the certain slant of light. Which glances off the scissors. As I stuff my feet into. And I am that prince. Who, 10 years on,. When I found her the second time around. And I am the butler who still works for her.
My brain is on fire. Thoughts scald me like liquid stars. And ask me to soar with them. But my heavy skin chortles and reclines,. So for now, I sit. In a galaxy of homebound ideas. My binding words wrapped around me. Things I should do, start, cry. I go to the kitchen to invent dinner. Finite, obsolete, dull.
This is a series of poems I am writing for my wife. I will write a new one each day until she has had her fill of poems, or until my fingers fall off. Friday, March 5, 2010. I was sitting next to you. You were sitting next to me. And I asked you out,. With not a single hint of doubt,. That you would be glad. To go out with me. My heart skipped a beat,. And did back flips out of glee. And Here we are now,. And I love you even more.