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Category Archives: the forty-two

“🌱🔆🌹”

October 12, 2022

When I think ‘grounded’, I never anticipate the fall. Soft under your fingertips, held with grace, your single eye freckle, …

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flammable

January 28, 2022

my passion a hoard of tinder craving a smoldering other, ignite my ember consume me to a tender-joyful-beautiful-surrender, your lovely being searing …

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Saudade /souˈdädə/, noun:

December 28, 2021

A deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for something or someone that one cares for and/or loves. …

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a love letter to nobody in particular– (Read: ‘Vous m’avez brisé le coeur, le bijou de ma vie.’)

July 29, 2015

maybe it’s the squiggle in your hips when you stretch and mew in my warm bed before you’ve actually woken …

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adjective noun verb

July 7, 2015

What a life. It’s so expletive adjective, with all these expletive nouns; I can’t seem to verb adjective no matter …

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Haiku Manquant

June 10, 2015

land of milk and honey
indian paintbrushed meadow
beautiful Utah

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Haiku Farfelu

June 7, 2015

grapevine our swingset
coy summer breeze blows on by
your silhouette sings

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Haiku Espérant

May 31, 2015

a breath of fresh air
empty space between fingers
we fit together

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Haiku Torride

May 30, 2015

as I’m grounded here
my thoughts stray; lips on her ear
fingertip wishes 

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Haiku Ravissant

May 29, 2015

in the field she sways
dress bright, wildflower spray
my muse, she dances

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Haiku Dosée

May 27, 2015

two souls side by side
fingers laced breath matched in time
her face is music

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Tricks and Trade Secrets

May 22, 2015

Tricks and Trade Secrets by Zac Oberg I moved to the high school that I graduated from halfway through junior …

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Haiku Flambé

May 21, 2015

shivers in the sheets
tittilating fingertips
ravish me, darling

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Aside

this is my truth

February 14, 2015

How do you help those who do not ask for help? the stagnant stench of well wishes left out to …

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Derecho

December 9, 2014

“Derecho. No, it’s not the new item on the menu at Taco Bell,” the man on the radio says in …

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The Videogame that Saved my Life

June 5, 2013

Three friends on my giddy ride home from practice. Seven cars in my driveway and twelve relatives they belong to. …

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The Many Hats of Zac

June 4, 2013

Three months ago, I was a kid. Today, I’m a kid. Three years from now, I’ll still be a kid. …

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Urban Exploring (lost in a concrete jungle)

June 2, 2013

This post is written in response to Daily Prompt – The Zone. — I love the damp smell of a …

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G-d and his g-d d-mn l-m-ns

April 23, 2013

Icy and golden, I dare not taste that sour liquid for fear of the skin-to-skin contact that makes me humble, …

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my riposte to a genius

April 16, 2013

A friend of mine, a poet and genius, asked me a question the other day: “What do you want to …

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Elsie Recktenwalt, my blogger

April 5, 2013

Don’t blog me, blogger. I’ll blog you til’ kingdom blog, blogger. It’s all about the blog, don’t you blog? What …

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obsessive

April 3, 2013

I have an obsession with non sequitur. There. I said it. Whew. Now I can go on with my life, …

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Confused? See here:

the forty-two (about me):
I store my soul’s stories in a secret space underneath the stairs.

sanskrit (haiku):
The succinct and supple art of crafting feelings into morsels.

ratatouille (poetry): 
A poetaster’s delightful pursuit; facetious, zen, and bona fide.

onomatopoeia (non sequitur):
The greediest of words, an eight vowel-hoarding scoundrel.

pilot lights (first thoughts):
Smouldering creative pieces ready to rise anew and ignite into flame.

rumspringa (charged emotions):
Here I stow my fists, sighs, and tears about awfully big molehills.

être obligé (required reading):
For those who only have two shakes of a lamb’s tail to peruse my “art”.

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