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<!--Generated by Squarespace V5 Site Server v5.13.159 (http://www.squarespace.com) on Sat, 25 May 2013 15:06:44 GMT--><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><title>The Old Bouquet</title><subtitle>Current Work</subtitle><id>http://theoldbouquet.com/current-work/</id><link rel="alternate" type="application/xhtml+xml" href="http://theoldbouquet.com/current-work/"/><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theoldbouquet.com/current-work/atom.xml"/><updated>2013-04-12T15:36:48Z</updated><generator uri="http://five.squarespace.com/" version="Squarespace V5 Site Server v5.13.159 (http://www.squarespace.com)">Squarespace</generator><entry><title>Hidden Lives</title><id>http://theoldbouquet.com/current-work/2013/4/12/hidden-lives.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://theoldbouquet.com/current-work/2013/4/12/hidden-lives.html"/><author><name>Stacy Ericson</name></author><published>2013-04-12T13:34:04Z</published><updated>2013-04-12T13:34:04Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><img class="iphone-image" src="http://theoldbouquet.com/resource/iphone-20130412093404-0.jpg?fileId=22434700"/></p><p>A whole village of little creatures lifting to Spring and speaking quietly together in the middle of Downtown Boise. </p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Augury 2</title><id>http://theoldbouquet.com/current-work/2013/4/1/augury-2.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://theoldbouquet.com/current-work/2013/4/1/augury-2.html"/><author><name>Stacy Ericson</name></author><published>2013-04-01T00:19:38Z</published><updated>2013-04-01T00:19:38Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><img class="iphone-image" src="http://theoldbouquet.com/resource/iphone-20130331181913-0.jpg?fileId=22328004"/></p><p></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>A Ghazal for the Curtain Call</title><id>http://theoldbouquet.com/current-work/2013/3/13/a-ghazal-for-the-curtain-call.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://theoldbouquet.com/current-work/2013/3/13/a-ghazal-for-the-curtain-call.html"/><author><name>Stacy Ericson</name></author><published>2013-03-13T17:59:38Z</published><updated>2013-03-13T17:59:38Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size: 80%;">Yes, upon the invention of priceless porcelain, I broke my own china doll seeing she was</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;"> the Fairest of them all</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;">The silent shards of her painted eyes were too bright by half, assuming she was to be</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;"> the Fairest of them all</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;"><br /></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;">Higgeldee, cried onion obituaries in the dwarf kitchen and roasted root vegetables,</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;">For he could not break Chanticleer&rsquo;s luminous ruby neck, a happy cockerel and by far</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;">the Fairest of them all</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;"><br /></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;">Why do Innocents have such a weakness for apples? Waive it! Pitch a smooth-skinned</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;">Ruby-painted fruit to them and see the whitest soul fall covetous, wondering: is that one</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;">the Fairest of them all?</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;"><br /></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;">Pale skin works with Midnight Starlight Revlon Permanent Hair Color (shade 29),</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;">With Marilyn&rsquo;s Cherries in the Snow lipstick, if you like that sort of thing,</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;">the Fairest of them all</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;"><br /></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;">Perfect toxicity uses pre-existing symptoms to induce death: 1 mm despair, 1 gram Grimm,</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;">tincture of Doubt, Dread, Dry-eyed insomnia, Red Dye No. 2, whisk in UnBelief: as a potion</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;">the Fairest of them all</span><span style="font-size: 80%;">&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;"><br /></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;">Why do none but I dance for the snow-white storm? My Quonset moon, my waiting wood,</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;">The Au Claire de Lune dew and growl of thunder, moss between my toes, surely these are &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;">The Fairest of them all</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;"><br /></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;">The Seventh Dwarf, wart-skin Rumpel, retired to villainy in the manner of Judas, so terribly</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;">Scarred by merely standing in the crowd to watch the sacerdotal Prince come kissing</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;">the Fairest of them all</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;"><br /></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;">That hooked nose and hairy Seborrheic mole itched, so often the problem with theatrical make-up.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;">I leaned in, measuring my aged, dirt pore, hard-life guise (minus fillers and Botox) against the other,</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;">the Fairest of them all</span><span style="font-size: 80%;">&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;"><br /></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;">Even under heavy sedation I found my cut crystal sarcophagus absurd. Like the mercury behind her Mirror,</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;">it refracts only sterile light. Listen now, I say me, &ldquo;If a thing cannot rot, it will never be&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;">the Fairest of them all.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;"><br /></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;">Contrary to Urban Legends, I didn&rsquo;t enjoy kissing her scarlet and comatose lips.&nbsp; A kiss should be urgent,</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;">regress, ingress, egress. A pure and mutual exchange of chemical intention is rare, but there</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: 80%;">the Fairest of them all</span><span style="font-size: 80%;">&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;"><br /></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;">Ingesting ill will, un-wish, and nauseating projections of the Other Mother's cinematic Shadow,</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;">One sinks under the Ides, sliding rip tides, slowed at the inky edge of time until nothingness seems</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: 80%;">the Fairest of them all</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;"><br /></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: 80%;">A kiss is a call. Mouth to mouth and I remember all, the bonfires on Avas Hill, lace curtain breezes,</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;">The scent of apricots, why water is like silk, flower fire, Palinka. I wonder now if tomorrow will be</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: 80%;">the Fairest of them all.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;">&nbsp;</span>&nbsp;</p>]]></content></entry></feed>