Fog-Enshrouded Houses In My 'Hood Posted 12/22/2008 7:06:21 AM The fog had almost lifted by the time I got to this last one. My neighborhood is the "poor" section of one of the richest areas of the city. Unfortunately, like my father, most of the houses were inherited from richer parents by children who can't afford to keep them up and neglect them. Feelings.. . Though some are very proud of their homes and the area and work hard to keep their places spotless. Since the passing of the harsh new bankruptcy laws -- harsh on individuals, especially poor ones; easy on corporations, especially rich ones -- abandoned houses are beginning to dot the streets. Their are several down the block from me. These homes are large and costly, and no one is buying. Every month a few are offered in bankruptcy auctions. So sad. Perhaps one day they will be torn downandurban prairies will grow in their stead.. (0) Comments

Alone - Ordinary Language Posted 12/17/2008 9:58:05 PM Verdantfieldsopen todramaticskiesaresometimespreferred.Ordinary Languagecopyright 2006A. Archaela (0) Comments

Alone - Ordinary Language Posted 12/17/2008 9:57:19 PM Verdantfieldsopen todramaticskiesaresometimespreferred.Ordinary Languagecopyright 2006A. Archaela (0) Comments

Alone - Ordinary Language Posted 12/17/2008 9:56:32 PM Verdantfieldsopen todramaticskiesaresometimespreferred.Ordinary Languagecopyright 2006A. Archaela (0) Comments

Alone - Ordinary Language Posted 12/17/2008 9:56:24 PM Verdantfieldsopen todramaticskiesaresometimespreferred.Ordinary Languagecopyright 2006A. Archaela (0) Comments

Memory Dust Ritual - Ordinary Language Posted 12/15/2008 7:06:11 PM On the last dayof grade school,I said goodbyeto each houseas I passed,knowing thatI would never walkthe beloved familiarityof this route again. (0) Comments

Memory Dust Ritual - Ordinary Language Posted 12/15/2008 7:05:36 PM On the last dayof grade school,I said goodbyeto each houseas I passed,knowing thatI would never walkthe beloved familiarityof this route again. (0) Comments

Ambush - Ordinary Language Posted 12/10/2008 1:52:24 PM My brainhumswithwhispersfromweather vanesantennaselectrical towers.Watch forlow cloudsunder the trees.Indians ambushwith arrowsthere.from my in-progress prose poem autobiographyOrdinary Languagecopyright 2006A. Archaela (0) Comments

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