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September 2009
9 posts
an excerpt from "The Mayflies"
One afternoon on the first day of winter, I walked out the door. It was spring, I called out to someone. My ladies came running. It was the hottest day on record and I was on the street. I was crossing over.
The bridge traffic was stopped. Red light, green light, winter light, silence. I returned to my vortex, reverent. I was situated on the riverbank, looking at my wristwatch. It felt useful to...
No Eye Deer
“What if I took my balls out right now?” I asked.
“What if,” said Karen. Poor Karen. “You bored? Acting out again?”
“It’s just a question.” She is indubitably correct. I am bored. Acting out. Applying scorched earth tactics here. No one deserves this. Except maybe Karen. “I think I have a nose bleed.”
“Shut up,” she said. There was a pause like a sighing dog. “Look at those...
Palatial is the Compass That Shall Usher Us In
Approximated in charcoal on paper
thin as drizzle on a marathon, you want description
to be molting, animalesque—a mandate
counting down to perplexity
Acquiesce to joy!
The blue jay I describe
simply moves away from itself
No anchors! No conscription!
No transactions disguised as traffic!
Ask if there’s a castle on the hill
Ask if there’s a hill on the hill
Is lettuce on the table...
In this city, you must travel a long way through excavated streets and detours, past the skeletons of new towers and their glassy forbearers, to find yourself at last in the old town. I suppose there are a number of ways to go straight away: in a car, solitary and anxious, or by the arithmetic of bus transfers, forgiving the trespasses of fellow riders. You may pedal madly up hills on a bicycle,...
August 2009
8 posts
The Dinosaur Dreams Its Colors Into View
That there could ever be
a blue that shines so well
into a yellow! The blue and
the yellow all suddenly a new
kind of color. What are
the children doing? Are they
working on that maple tree?
So much here can’t be
said just yet. A person has to
feel something to believe it.
If a person has a face
it could be very hard for
that person to imagine
having another face.
Does anyone understand
anything?...
Changing a Lightbulb
after Cortazor
This is the ladder, your first steps into the height. There are no apples. There are no angels, there is only broken shadow and socket. Now, as you un-turn, with fingertips only, listen for the sand. It is sand from the ancestral beach where all families of glass are blown. A beach where dinosaurs are continually struck by lightning. Continue swiveling the blown-out bulb from its...
an excerpt from "Sleep Suite"
The Eleventh
Two huge cops. They were waltzing in the street chest to chest. Hands clasped. Their care for each other showed white in their tremendous knuckles. The drunk tipped the bottle of wine through the sun into his mouth. Bright red with the sun in the green glass. With his red mouth the drunk said something to his friend. His red tongue lied limp and naughty on the bed of his lip. They...
light blew open the hutch & a boy saw it
Another snared rabbit speaks through a cut in its neck & the powder keg floats downriver, winnowing. A truck’s lights moisten your knees when a big squall makes an iceblock out of you. Step slowly off the path when the serum tastes of metal.
Coin-operated telephones, laundromat pinball, & airport televisions attached to their seats. What of this will we remember with our hands? What tent...
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