"What did I do to the chair? What chair? Wasn't me - I've been laying here all day. I didn't touch your stinkin' chair. I'm pretty sure the bird did it."
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When every risk's a paper risk/ when every toe and tac and tic is underlined and scored/ I'll bet you're bored.
About Me
- Lo
- Very cranky displaced liberal lady from Indiana currently living inside The Beltway. Initial 8 years spent in awe and wonderment rapidly changing to total disillusionment - planning to spend the next 8 spitting, sputtering and screeching. Occasional poet, chronic bitch. The horror, the horror.
Lo's Poetry On The Net
- After the Sun Rose
- Arlington National Cemetery Section 60 NEW!!
- Collection - Hypertext
- Collection - Poet's Corner
- Collection - Sol
- Judicium
- Matthew 10:29-31
- Messiah
- Shatter
- The Artist
- The Spider's Named Penelope
- Those Dead + Deutronomy 1:38-40
- To All The Boys
- To The Greek Girl
- Writer, Writer, Budding Scribe
- You Walk The Streets NEW!!
Dan Halberstein Poetry
NagsHead 2010
Poetry Workshops
Favorite Blogs & Bloggers
Women Poets Working in Form
LITERARY MAGAZINE LISTINGS and SUBMISSION LOCATIONS + INFORMATION
Poetry Sites
Blog Archive
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- If You Even Think About Driving Drunk
- What the World Needs Now Is One Less Teacher
- Cover-Up Clinton
- Making Friends With Liver Sausage
- Hillary Misspeaks - Again
- Meet Ms. PMS
- WOMENCOUNT
- What's Really Disgusting at Countrywide
- The Eratosphere Is Melting - Alternate Universe Ad...
- Why I Miss Indiana
- Trees - Trees Never Reject You
- Poetry Rejections
- (New England) FANS FOR ACCURATE MEDIA
- What Black Cats Do
- I've spent the day playing in my head with a haiku...
- To Workshop or Not To Workshop
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