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Ron. Lavalette Ron. Lavalette is a poet living in Vermont's Northeast Kingdom.

Ron. Lavalette
Ron. Lavalette
Barton VT
Member since: Feb, 2009
Last login: 07/22/2010
Last update : 07/25/2010
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About Me

  • (Sample published work at: Eggs Over Tokyo)(Live blog at: Scrambled, Not Fried)Ron. started reading and writing poetry seriously in the late '60s, when a floral-necktied student teacher dumped a bunch of books on his desk, one of which was Ferlinghetti's A Coney Island of the Mind, which caused him to re-think his (conventional, public school-stunted) opinion of poetry.

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  • DAY PASS

    July 25, 2010

    • Everyone took the time to read and sign off on his Day Pass Request Form, and at least two Supervisors checked to be sure that his Service Coordinator had put a back-up Respite Plan in place, in case things didn't work out at his sister's apartment.  His Public Guardian had been consulted and gave his approval to the plan, with the provision that his meds travel along with him, but only in the ...
  • GREAT BIG EMPTY

    July 21, 2010

    • great big emptywind hollow windblue wind blownover starry white Sinai sandslike saxophone bluesas hollow as windas empty as bluestarry space grey wet windthrough steel skiesmoves green trees on mountainsidesblows soft thistle-hairwith coming thunder soundalong the valley floorpushes fine flowerstemsideways, bending boughswith promised                                ...
  • Hook Up Masters Sharing Secrets

    July 20, 2010

    • Hook-Up Masters Sharing Secrets  she didn’t really he saidbut I swear to godno one would know itjust by looking at her amen to that brother he repliedand added but of coursewho’d want to just lookI mean you must have youknow just once anyway she must have but he interruptedno really man she didn’t she wasn’t like that I know it’s hard to believe but hard to believe he sneeredI know you ...
  • Everything Must Change

    July 15, 2010

    • Yeah, I’m different.  I used to be thinner; much thinner.  I used to be younger – even just a minute ago.  I used to think I’d live forever.  And I used to believe it when The Beatles told me All You Need Is Love.  I’ve changed.
  • Thoreau Before Dawn

    July 13, 2010

    • (Yesterday was the great man's birthday. This poem was originally published online in The Country Mouse, 2004)Thoreau Before Dawn Four feels odd, I suppose,except to those who rise at fiveor, as a rule, at half-past five.Most of us must toil and strive;do not have the life we choseso long ago, in which we’d doze,in which we’d trust in God at leastto toss a piece of daily breadour way, by ...

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Comments I've Written

  • I, too, had two cents to

    I, too, had two cents to offer but the damn things were so thick and coppery the staples wouldn't go through them.
  • This reads almost like a

    This reads almost like a eulogy. I'm praying it doesn't turn out to be one. The world sucks.
  • I dunno, but...

    I think all really hot babes should disclose as much of their sexual history as possible, as often and in as much detail as possible. Maybe, if possible, they could include pics and/or videos.
  • Rock On, Pamela

    I enjoyed reading this very much, Pamela. I wrote about rock-gathering a while back here at Red Room. I thought you might like to see it.
  • Verbiage

    Weird, the verbs we have these days, eh? Oh, great; she googled me. Apparently she liked what she saw. Now I had no choice. I had to tweet her when I got home and beg her to unfriend me. Oy.

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