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Ten Sixty-Six

By David W. Boles on February 3, 2010 8:01 AM | 2 Comments

Breathless, stumbling -- she looked back and saw regret chasing yearning.

Ten Sixty-Five

By David W. Boles on January 21, 2010 5:43 PM | 4 Comments

Oh, the woe new technology breeds when upgrades are downgrades.

Ten Sixty-Four

By Gordon Davidescu on January 15, 2010 8:19 AM | 2 Comments

Sixty-four plus three
we still love you
so retire already.

Ten Sixty-Three

By David W. Boles on January 1, 2010 1:17 PM | 2 Comments

Does a Blue Moon sing The Blues?

Always inside sunshine.

Ten Sixty-Two

By David W. Boles on December 4, 2009 9:26 AM | 2 Comments

One arm.

One leg.

One eye.

One old war policy.

Ten Sixty-One

By David W. Boles on November 18, 2009 8:20 AM | 6 Comments

The Inclusory Eye, blacked by insolent rage -- blinds the horizon.

Ten Sixty

By Kathakali Chatterjee on October 27, 2009 11:00 AM | 1 Comment

Twitter. Facebook. LinkedIn. GoogleWave.

Names without faces networking. Searching Soul.

Ten Fifty-Nine

By David W. Boles on October 23, 2009 9:40 AM | 2 Comments

Relief in hand --
-- newsprint, leaves or catalog?
Always septic safe.

Ten Fifty-Eight

By David W. Boles on September 25, 2009 7:43 AM | 4 Comments

Double cross
Fingers crossed
A hopeful sign in the sand

Ten Fifty-Seven

By Gordon Davidescu on September 9, 2009 4:50 PM | 1 Comment

He played football
and yet still was
an evil man

Ten Fifty-Six

By Gordon Davidescu on August 25, 2009 12:58 PM | 2 Comments

Waiting by the door

the package never arrived

home imprisonment

Ten Fifty-Five

By David W. Boles on August 6, 2009 9:20 AM | 4 Comments

10:55am.

The old man groaned.

Losing first breath of day.

Ten Fifty-Four

By David W. Boles on July 29, 2009 7:40 AM | No Comments

Cutting the quick.

A festering, blinding, stab.

She's glory dying.

Ten Fifty-Three

By David W. Boles on July 23, 2009 10:02 AM | 2 Comments

Of beans and bread we are made -- manna for mankind.

Ten Fifty-Two

By David W. Boles on July 8, 2009 11:10 AM | No Comments

Faith in the mind is rendered dumb by prideful ignorance.

Ten Fifty-One

By David W. Boles on June 24, 2009 9:04 AM | 2 Comments

The bleeding eye of life begs the freedom of death.

Ten Fifty

By David W. Boles on June 4, 2009 7:20 AM | No Comments

As he turned fifty, his life was sawed in half.

Ten Forty-Nine

By David W. Boles on May 28, 2009 10:42 AM | 2 Comments

The original mind fights the middling conspiracy of pirate thievery.

Ten Forty-Eight

By David W. Boles on May 15, 2009 8:42 AM | No Comments

Salome and Medea celebrate lust in red dust and whimpers.

Ten Forty-Seven

By David W. Boles on May 7, 2009 8:34 AM | No Comments

Cogent crimes of the mind become deceptions of the heart.

Ten Forty-Six

By David W. Boles on April 30, 2009 11:50 AM | No Comments

1,000 years of yearning.

100 days of hope.

10,000 betrayals.

Ten Forty-Five

By David W. Boles on April 22, 2009 10:41 AM | 2 Comments

A day embedded for us all threatens evolution in reverse.

Ten Forty-Four

By David W. Boles on April 14, 2009 11:51 AM | 2 Comments

Her madness broke her spirit and pinched her festering flesh.

Ten Forty-Three

By David W. Boles on April 8, 2009 3:20 PM | No Comments

Muslim, Jew, Christian.

Darwin, Darrow, Dawkins.

Logic.

Belief.

Fire.

Ash.

Ten Forty-Two

By David W. Boles on April 2, 2009 9:59 AM | No Comments

The day he turned 42, he dropped the other shoe.

Ten Forty-One

By David W. Boles on March 27, 2009 9:48 AM | 4 Comments

15 years -- counting heartbeats -- forward to ash and into memory.

Ten Forty

By David W. Boles on March 12, 2009 2:17 PM

Pet me.

Poke me.

SuperPoke Pet me.

Pet Fame mendacity.

Ten Thirty-Nine

By David W. Boles on March 5, 2009 12:39 PM | 2 Comments

Blue sky.

Grey streets.

Holding hands skipping down the horizon.

Ten Thirty-Eight

By David W. Boles on February 28, 2009 12:30 PM | No Comments

Sacred is coddled.

Sinners are sheared.

All in the Name.

Ten Thirty-Seven

By David W. Boles on February 26, 2009 8:40 AM | No Comments

Split:

Banana
Vote
Log
Cane
Difference
Hair
Ticket
Gut
Lickety