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Monthly Archives: April 2024
Cut
What a thrill— —Sylvia Plath Oh boy a second’s slip & instead of bread a slice-shear off years of careful tread. Nonretractable that switchblade switchback second repeats & repeats, oh, you’ve done it right! Yet back & forth on the … Continue reading
The Arms of Man
Strong men, upright and bold will provide continuums of care for the likes of a Florida man, older than his years, past his prime in a job serving up a blotched face to noonday eaters. Hear their spurs and song, … Continue reading
Reading in Bed
The man on the park bench reads in his bed: everything wrinkled, worn, and yellow, ill-fitting pants lined at the seam with buttons, once silver, shoe blown out, cigarette burned to the butt, the book held not selected, my angled … Continue reading
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Down the Banks of the Susquehanna
That day I’ll be in step with what escaped me —Seamus Heaney, ‘Squarings’ It must be a blessing to believe that one will one day, if in a moment, be able to measure and thus erase The degree of slippage … Continue reading
Turandot
1 Aches and cries born in blood rise with the moon. Shouts and sobs give way to silent tears. Liù appears, faithful to a smile. Calàf knowing and not knowing her love in the moon’s silence, Unmoved by death or … Continue reading
Dante
Jacopo placed his hand flat on the wall as a writer on a ghost-white sheet places his only pen to join energies from Ravenna outward through embattled Florence and down through the pages and dust forward and back in candlelit … Continue reading
Three Walking Riffs for Bukowski
1 I’m walking home from work and as I approach the lake I see the woman wrapped like a pig-in-a-blanket parked in her chair and she’s raving screaming at the whole world and she probably has good reason to be … Continue reading
A Quick Call
Quick headspace all together hate in the eye crybaby sabotage angry Babe quick Hi Babe quick call head space virtual all together I am here inject hijack poison problems of your own crybaby girlfriend look me in the eye without … Continue reading
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