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Grandma's Teeth - A Poem by Patty Mooney
Grandma would take her teeth out, the mouth suck intalk funny with tongue abandoned, no tooth to toucheach word, her bedtime ritual. In a glass by the sinkdentures grinning from their pale...
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Cars I Have Known and Loved - by Patty Mooney
All that I know about cars could probably fit into a thimble. Considering my father and his father before him devoted their lives to Detroit's automobile industry, this really tells you something.I...
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Mistaken Appearances - A Poem and Photograph by Patty Mooney
The lemon on the high branch is not an orange.The stick on the trail is not a snake.The falcon that hit the window is not alive.The latté mocha frappé is not a cup of coffee.The man on the cross is...
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Ladies, Do It For Your Lover - by Patty Mooney
At the time I thought it was a little cheesey, but now I am so glad I did it because it turned out to be a gift that just keeps giving.What could it possibly be, you may be asking yourself. What? Why,...
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The King and Queen of Hearts - Story and Photograph by Patty Mooney
It was not pretty to watch my sister’s marriage collapse as her husband, Clay, failed to hold on to any job for very long, racked up a few debts, promised to be a better man and never did get around to...
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The Drunk - A Poem and Photograph by Patty Mooney
No one loved sugar morethan the drunk whoeach morning took his postat John's coffee stand.Who knows wherethe drunk slept,his full head of Einsteinhair the envy of allthe balding strangers.Every dayJohn...
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Boys of Ambergris - Poem and Photo by Patty Mooney
The boys of Ambergris Caye are so hornytheir eyes follow my slow undulationslike the waves that roll overShark and Ray Alley.Those boys with greedy eyes primptheir Reggae dreads in my honor. Evenwith...
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Those Were The Days, My Friends - by Patty Mooney
As many of you may remember, mountain biking is one of my great passions. I have been riding a bicycle avidly since the age of seven, and switched to mountain biking in 1986. What I have always...
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His Spirit of Choice - A Poem by Patty Mooney
His spiritof choiceis gin.Adeptat lettingno onein, "Ihaven'tgiven itany thought,"he repliesto all queries,retiringto his denwhere noothers enterand the televisionvolumeachieves itszenith.As published...
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Desert Canyon - A Poem and Photograph by Patty Mooney
When I get home and peelmy clothes offI see how the desert loved me:random scratches, ocatillo kisses,yucca piercings, my skindotted in angry reds, no-see-'em bites.On my thigh in the shapeof a...
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Quotes About Mountain Biking - Collected by Bill Strickland
Cavorting after Rockhopper South Mountain Bike Race, Big Bear Lakes, California, 1987“As a kid I had a dream—I wanted to own my own bicycle. When I got the bike I must have been the happiest boy in...
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A Kind and Gentle Man, My Dad - by Patty K Mooney
I now belong to that club whose members have lost their fathers and who will tell you to appreciate the time you spend with yours. Hopefully your father is (or was) a kind and gentle man, like mine. I...
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Sex Positive Porn: Candida Royalle
This is a story that I wrote many years ago after meeting Candida Royalle at an Adult Video Show in Las Vegas. She and I, as "fellow feminists," sat down together and chatted about a topic near and...
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Happy Bowls - A Poem by Patty Mooney
Image by Rev. Xanatos Satanicos Bombasticos (ClintJCL) via FlickrLiquor in Jello cubesat Fat Tuesday's.Birthday girlhas fourbetween herself.Policeman: "Blow, blow, blow, blow, blow,blow, blow, blow,...
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You, the Sea and Me - A Poem by Patty Mooney
Photo credit: D Ramey LoganI have put out to seawith you in a 45-foot sloop.It's 21 days before we sight otherhumans on a ship that passes at dusk. Four hours on watch and four hours off,you and I...
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He's My Bluesy Bro - by Patty K Mooney
Image by cleopatra69 via FlickrWhenever I mention that I am heading to Detroit, or I just returned from Detroit, where my family reside, the recipient of that news may crinkle their nose and say "Ew,...
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Pterodactyls - A Poem by Patty Mooney
We poets were oncedinosaurs in a lizard time.Our poems are beast kidsenclosed in shell.Pterodactyls, bust through,take to the sky, primitive silhouettes.Wings eclipse the moon's big belly,as egg shards...
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Hotel Lycabette - A Poem by Patty Mooney
Photo credit: Adam CarrHotel LycabetteThree cabs consumeour luggage: 900 poundsof video gear,two mountain bikes,you and me.Drachmas tick fast to Athens.The antique elevator atHotel Lycabette...
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At Crooked Tree - A Poem by Patty Mooney
A laughing falcon on the tip of a dead Ceiba*notes the halt of a mini bus burstingwith American tourists interested inentomology, botany, herpetology,toxicology, archaeology, birds.This bird, its...
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Death Gets Around - A Poem and Photograph by Patty Mooney
Death is more devastatingto the livingthan to the dead. It treads in its deadly way, the smart click of its heelson the floor that gleams with wax.It drifts lazy as nimbus without need of a parachute....
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Diving La Jolla Cove - A Poem by Patty Mooney
Sunshine and visibility.The word is go.We craminto wetsuit, hood, gloves,strap on weights,vest and tank,crank airopen. Constrictedby the massof these necessitiestrudge forwardon sandwith snorkel,...
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From the Beginning
It seems only fitting that I would re-discover my first diary which I penned at the age of 17 while suffering through my senior year of high school, and begin to post the entries here as a true "Diary...
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The week of May 7th to May 13th
Monday, May 7, 1973 I am dreaming of Mexico. I called Mr. B (note: our next-door neighbor who owned a travel agency) and he gave me some good information. It's nice having a travel agent around....
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Thursday, May 10, 1973 Almost bought a camera today. I'll have to watch myself; a guy almost sold me. Wrote to Jeff (note: a pen-pal in Scotland). I wonder what's going on with him. Didn't he...
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One Wedding and One Funeral - by Judy Hoaglin Thomas
Image by cleopatra69 via FlickrI was all dolled up in my pale blue and white dress on a sunny summer morning going to the wedding of a friend. Upon arrival I entered the side door, as my girlfriend...
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