Tuesday, December 9, 2008

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Jesus Mary Joseph

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Oct 19, 1960

Dear Mama,

Why don’t you write? I never hear from you anymore. Did you remember my birthday? It was last week. I am 10 yrs. old now. Auntie sent me a walking doll with long red hair, just like mine, except Hillarys hair is straight, not curly. Aunt Gwen gave me a teddy bear, it even has a zipper in it’s belly so I can make him fat or skinney. I like him skinney, but when I get mad I make him fat (ha, ha).

Nana says I should write you a letter even if you don’t write me. She says its the polite thing to do, I guess shes right but I sure wish you would write back. I wish you loved me. Why dont you love me anymore?

I HATE YOU!

I’m sorry, God, i didn’t mean it.. Mama can’t help it, shes sick.

I promise, I’ll be good from now on. I’ll pray for my mom

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For Tuesday read about when the slaves were freed.

Emancipation Proclaimation?

Samantha Anne Mallory

♥'s

Kenny S.


* Note: confess Mortal Sin on Fri. (4th commendment?) What will my Penance be? 1 Our Father, 3 Hail Marys, 1 Act of Contrition? A whole Rosary? Scrape table (UGH) for a week?

If I wait until Fri. and I die before my confession, will I still go to Hell, even if I’m sorry now?

--Samantha Anne Mallory
(crumpled note found in 1990
among important family documents)

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Copyright Jennifer Semple Siegel, 2008
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The Sea

Patrus

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TIMELESSNESS.

I slice through past and future, no longer wavering; the fear rendering One discombobulated in present time empowers in other time.

Superior Being.

I am a time nymph, buoyant and light. We do front flips, back flips, spin side to side like a shooting top, do head and handstands. Anything is possible in time which is not now: ballet, grace, en pointe --

Liberation.

They are one time traveler. She breathes in ecstasy of the future yet passed, glimmers of past once future. Seconds once ephemeral, millennia now prisms. Day Halos. Nymphets sparkle like --

Sapphire years.

They remember, once afraid of passing time and time not yet, time pluperfect.

Laser time, razor-honed present imperfect.

One day -- future perfect? -- time tricksters suspend An Other over swirling currents, toes poised for time/space continua --


~^~future~^~present~^~past~^~past~^~present~^~future~^~

~^~f~u~t~u~r~e~^~p~r~e~s~e~n~t~^~p~a~s~t~^~p~a~s~t~^~p~r~e~s~e~n~t~^~f~u~t~u~r~e~^~

~^f~^p~^p~^p~^p~^f~^u~^r~^a~^a~^r~^u~^t~^s~^s~^s~^e~^t~^u~^e~^t~^t~^s~^u~^i~^n~^e~^i~^

~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^

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-- like a ballerina’s.

“What is this wonder, these flowing ripples kissing All?”

We signal acceptance of time bent slightly forward and stretched eons backwards. Unknown Strangers gently guide Nymphet through future red giants -- or is it past present blue dwarfs? -- bodies reeling through galaxies, chrysalis birthing --

~^~c~^~h~^~i~^~m~^~e~^~r~^~a~^~

-- Us.

It’s time; it’s about time.

Split of split seconds:

Goddess, swim the seven sisters, navigate your vessel, all time, whirling, all time...

Splash.

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Copyright, Jennifer Semple Siegel, 2008
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