Friday, December 22, 2006

okay so who hasnt fallen into an incinerator

okay small things. she was lying in bed
with her earrings and lipstick on. she
left her umbrella outside on the stairs.
she said she could smell the scotch
tape at the post office. the fishmongers
on roncesvalles were not happy
with the mild weather.

9 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Merry Christmas! (I think I know what she meant about the scotch tape.) Cheers.

12:29 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Okay, thank you for this; these small things- congrats on this new start. What a Christmas gift. . . cheers indeed!

2:25 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Songs about fog horns. Hmmm...I'll see what I can do. Finding MWinter on the telly is always a pleasant surprise.

7:26 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

woot! you're blogging again!

9:38 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Since you're asking, I haven't. And will you give us another entry, or should we listen for the approaching penguins?

2:47 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thank you for the story on Tuesday. I hope to see you on tour in the Fall. Always a pleasure.

4:02 a.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm doing an English assignment on you. You wouldn't believe how hard information is to find on the web.

I wish I had the time to read one of your novels before I do the assignment. I'd be able to have more of an opinionated essay, as to how I feel about your sytlistic approach and such.

Anyway,
I love the blog.

I'm going to use a few exerpts in my assignment.

11:40 a.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dear Student:

Come on in, the water's fine.

A Reader

11:10 a.m.  
Blogger Freddie L Sirmans, Sr. said...

Just browsing the internet, very interesting.

5:24 p.m.  

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