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Buttons - by Patty Mooney
I inspected myself in the mirror, staring at the blue plaid jumper, white blouse and maroon tie that comprised my Catholic-school uniform. I was in the second grade and already tired of the same old...
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They Keep the Alligator - A Poem by Patty Mooney
They keep the alligatorchained to a tablein the dining room.He is mostly harmlessunless he's hungryso they feed him chickenparts from the broodthey raise in the yard.Happy to have himsomnolent and...
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The Trials and Tribulations of a Teen, circa 1969 - by Patty Mooney
A Glass Slipper BallIn the photograph I am the one on the right.The school is in the background.Mary Lynn is laughing.My mother is the one holding the camera.Already my feet challenge unfamiliar...
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Plums - A Poem and Photograph by Patty Mooney
The plums are coming. Yum!The tree naked through California winterachieves green.Small blossoms appear,anticipating plums.Juicy, red, sweet, due July.A fluid wind ruffles the leaves.Hurry plums,...
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Ode to Dino - Poem & Photo by Patty Mooney
It was a mild March day when we first laid eyeson a three-horned dinosaur about this size.He had turret eyes and a prehensile tail.Mark and I freed him from his pet-shop jail.He was easy to love, the...
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The Mayan Rabbit Scribe - by Patty Mooney
I first learned about the Mayan Rabbit Scribe back in 2000 when Mark and I went to Guatemala to explore the ruins at Tikal. I had been to several various sites in the past, including Chichen-Itza,...
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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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