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Sold

December 18, 2009

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Stubborn

November 17, 2009

charity crochet giving growing yarn

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Wrong

October 16, 2009

car lotus surprise

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Forward

September 18, 2009

bridge mississippi river water

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Relief

August 23, 2009

wish worry rock stone river water child

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Hungry

August 03, 2009

beetle bug garden hunger Japanese beetles plant sex

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Buzz

motorcycle travel

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Safe

plunge pool swim

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Lift

dragon fly kite wind

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Boil

egg fire neighbor water

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Standing

Agent Orange diabetes standing transplant Vietnam War

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Virgin

french grandma martini virgin

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Posted

flyer lost play river water

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Blaze

book fire library reading

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Loop

rock snow trail

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Wardrobe

edward jeans mittens socks

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Scent

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Tendu

ballet dance tendu

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Recycle

February 25, 2009

green minneapolis recycle salvage st paul trash

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Fritter

February 17, 2009

daughter donut father scooter

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Open

February 10, 2009

gate golf open winter

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Peace

February 05, 2009

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Evacuation

February 02, 2009

breast cancer fire robe

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Phony

January 28, 2009

phony sled socks thumb

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Tools

January 25, 2009

notebook paper pen

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Signs

January 22, 2009

ASL deaf language sign

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Two Scarves

January 19, 2009

found scarf stuffed bear winter

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Road Trip

January 15, 2009

airplane highway travel winter

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Feels like minus 24

January 14, 2009

cold dogs life nature short non-fiction winter

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One human and two dogs. Human has a sickness that goes like this: cough cough cough COUGH COUGH cough COUGH COUGH COUGH cough cough spit. Dogs have a condition that goes like this: snort snort snort fart SNORT SNORT BURP snort snore snore snore snort. Repeat with variation. cough cough COUGH COUGH COUGH spit cough cough. One dog looks at human, closes eyes. COUGH COUGH cough, throw back blankets, go to bathroom, COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH SPIT. Human returns to bed and positions body under bedclothes. Other dog gazes at human, lowers head, closes eyes. snore snore SNORE SNORT SNORE snore snore fart. Both dogs inhale and exhale. Eight canine legs stretch in opposite directions. Human coughs dozes coughs, watches sleeping canines. Dogs snore fart snore, dream of catching rabbits.

My dad died while watching Monday Night Football

Code blue. Crash cart. And football. On the TV in his hospital room, a football game played before the code and the cart arrived. It played after doctors and nurses injected, pumped and electrified his body. It played when I stood over him in grief in 1 986 on November 17. The game was Washington versus San Francisco. The 49er Joe Montana, online history says, tried throwing 60 passes against the Redskins. Probably my dad didn't care about Joe’s reach. My dad enjoyed watching football. As far as team support, he was a generalist: generally, he preferred the underdog. A Cyclones fan by birth on the western half of Iowan soil, college ball ruled over the NFL. But Monday night was Monday Night. Often, we watched together, father and daughter. Me resting against his side, feeling his lungs breathing, his heart beating. On that final night, the game played while he waited for his family, for me, to visit. The game played while he waited for the next day when he was scheduled to g

Saccharine

C 2 H 6 0 2. Ethylene glycol. A sugar related to C 2 H 4 0 2 , the smallest known molecular sweetie called glycolaldehyde, a life-building essential found in a gas cloud in the Milky Way. No wonder my head hurts from anti-freeze (glycol) leaking into the passenger cabin of my beater car: the dust in my mind expands as a drive. This time to Austin, Minnesota, near the Iowa border. Ninety minutes into the journey (fifteen miles from destination) I realize I don't want what waits for me there. I stop in a place named for blossoming open fields and call the owner. I tell him my decision, eat my lunch (in the sugar cabin), and make a u-turn. Sweet-plugged ears or not, I hear scraping on the pavement. Park again and walk around. The muffler hangs off the rear. I cruise to a business selling repaired salvaged autos across from a grain elevator. "Can you fix this," I ask. Late Friday afternoon, the mechanic left early, still a body man remains. I follow him around back where he r

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