Author Archives: Ursula E Minor

About Ursula E Minor

*In lieu of verbositously bombarding the email inboxes of those whose time I take care to not waste, I sought an unobtrusive, alternative outlet for my compulsion to do exactly that. This is it. Ursula E Minor at rocketmail dot com is the address I use for private written interactivity.

Fat Mouths

I’m about to rail at some loud-mouthed idiots here, and if I happen to offend any thoughtful, rational human beings of any background, such is not my intent and I’m sorry. The article I’m posting below reminds me of the … Continue reading

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The best gifts for me

have been, without question, bags of sand from fancy beaches.  I use it for incense holders, paper weights, decoration, … … … In fact, I am jealous when other people receive more sand than I do. When I was little … Continue reading

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Protected: I like to put on your music before taking a bath.

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Protected: I wanted to ask him,

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Protected: Please help me.

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I say this to a friend

as a disclaimer while I exchange phone numbers: Notes: *I dislike chatting so I usually don’t answer rings *I sometimes wait days [years, sometimes] to respond to text messages [contact] *I am known to arbitrarily refrain from acknowledging parts of … Continue reading

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Bonsaii!

Nothing strange here.  I was just feeling particularly lonely at a beach wedding several years ago, so I mailed a final draft of this poem to someone after compiling a rather extensive package of things with which to surround my … Continue reading

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Old News

Ice falls away from this Lupine lady of clay as the Outré supplicant sways then her Void, pervaded by day when his Elan shines like a ray o Yea to touch him I’ve prayed for our Own romantic foray Under velvet … Continue reading

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12/28/2013

My dream faded quickly the first time I was roused by my pee-dancing dogs. Rather, I presume as much because once I fully awoke, the dream memory crept in after a minute or two. I was in a house. Or … Continue reading

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…that filled the background air with Frank Sinatra.

This already happen in my dream several years ago. You had him and me in your car, and I was disappointed that you suggested a strip joint.  I knew this was figurative.  You told me you would take him under … Continue reading

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