at the edge of the continent, originally uploaded by Darren German.

How Long Jane, Till the Whistle Dies?
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I collect beautiful empty things; work days, words, and Jane.
Their hollow sounds as the ocean sings; work days, words, and Jane.

I make wishes on old people that pass by my window.
Voodoo poor, this starless city brings work days, words, and Jane.

Good slices of life we curled into blue cracked-glass bottles.
The shame of all this wasted space stings work days, words, and Jane.

We agreed our tender moments taste like feet in the breeze.
A man twists his senses when he clings to work days, words, and Jane.

When contempt rings as loud as a silent movie death scene,
ignite the tongue to cut the strings from work days, words, and Jane.

Stand here, you see devils, but move left or right and you'll see
succulents bloom in soft petal wings, work days, words, and Jane.


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another old poem, possible selection for the Borderlands reading

I like this guy's look in b&w, originally uploaded by Darren German.

this is just to say that I enjoyed the soundtrack to Into the Wild, by Eddie Vedder(the iTunes version) tremendously. Completely.

Yeah, I didn't enjoy the movie as much as the book, but that may be my own shortcoming. I really like the book.


the iTunes version has a couple extra songs, including "Here's to the State". Awesome.

crumble and slide, originally uploaded by Darren German.

What is there to know?
All this is what it is
You and me alone
Sheer simplicity

-Kings of Convenience, "Know How"

held in sunlight, originally uploaded by Darren German.

Let's Start A Family
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You're accustomed to the mouth,
the push of the fork and the fight of the tongue.
You need to feel half-swallowed, sometimes
at parties, you're shameful
and you like it. You're all knuckles
and fingernails for every blessing.

You say you see, clearly
the same god who swirls
drought busting tornadoes
ahead of a slow long rain,
also made you.

You're a country lane of property line
hugging curves, hips, damselfly wings,
and sharp teeth. You pinch.

You got problems,
you don't want to talk about.

You like white space.









I like you.




I was raised on lies I still love.
I'm choosing to play the game
with a plastic black rosary
and a dare to be middle management, like Benjamin Franklin,
I'm cheesy. I like finger painting.
My big ideas fit into two pockets.

Yesterday I bought a tie.
This morning I felt like a warrior.
By lunch, my face was drained of blood.
In traffic, I gnaw on the old myths,
the phoenix, Methuselah, the Western American Dream.

I sell my wounds to the sunset,
because I know what sells.

krause swingers, originally uploaded by Darren German.

I enjoyed the holiday weekend.

I had a great time.

Visiting friends, meeting new people, visiting familiar places, being outdoors. I had a fantastic time.

I'll explain more later.

2 worlds, originally uploaded by Darren German.

"I dreamt that god asked me for a blurb for his creation."
-C.Simic

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When I was a kid, I believed bubbles were alive, and kin to sunlight flashes mirrored off of odd objects in a room, especially the moving glints of light reflected from watches around the talking hands of grown-ups. My sister and I called these, fairies. We'd chase them around the living room, until we discovererd the little lights were gleaming from dad's timex. Then we'd beg him to make the fairy dance. My sister, Luanna, and I remain a special kind of hopeless to this day. The kind with a lot a hope, but a long time to go until fruition, which is a special kind of despair. Patience. Patients.

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I spend too much time wondering about reflections in a mirror, and how from where I stand, and where you stand we see two different things in the same frame of the same mirror at the same time. Add another person. And another. All are seeing unique reflections in the same mirror. Maybe a mirror just contains all, and we only see from a perspective. Shut up. Eitherway, it is obvious that anyone could easily thwart me with something shiny, or a watermelon. if someone wasn't puzzling over the obvious, all this free time wouldn't be available to you deep thinkers out there. I'm biding my time in the wading pool, with a slice of watermelon, spitting seeds, and staring at the discarded, silvery wrapper from a Quaker Chewy Granola Bar.

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A bubble's end can come in many forms. A violent and quick poke of a finger, a waft and drift to the angry twigs of a tree, or even old age and thinning as solution drops from the sphere's south pole.

Though empty as the universe, their reflections and surfaces are cool and planetary. Weather Systems. Weather Systems!! I think bubbles are happy, generally, unless blown from the lips of a sad goth in a dark closet to the music of Joy Division. Meh, even then...I have this special kind of hopeful that likes to pretend that from the perspective of the bubble, often life seemed too long, and then later, too short.