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Dinosaur Jones

In the chaos of the Trump administration–and at the moment impeachment inquiry and Middle East policy dominating the news–it’s hard to pick one bad move from another out of the pile (at least for those of us whose brains have … Continue reading

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A “double exposure” poem

Finger Pointing with Fire Ants(a double exposure)after Greg Williamson The way the classic sign painters did itHowever the message is readAs real paint, not a widgetNot black but allover redIn a can in a swirling movementColor functions as fire is … Continue reading

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Writing Is Reading

The Wordsafter William Logan The question he could not have anticipated,why do you read a book you don’t like?short-circuited the patterns he’d formulated,stuck a stick through the spokes of his bike. What he’d considered a simple machine appeared to be the … Continue reading

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blood and ashes

Two Men Standing (blood and ashes) There was a third man, a first man, a failed first, a forever failing first. You’ll find him in the blank space to my right, on that pedestal of dirty laundry. He’s gone, was … Continue reading

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flying away

The Quitterfor Andrew When ears up in pricksyou lie your head downlike a filthy habitand can find no restit’s time to listento the giant sucking soundof tiny wingsto soften the blowsupon an arthammeredto death Oldly newalready fullalready readyoverworked musclesregain memoryby … Continue reading

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Song of the Mock Turtles

From September 1st to December 31st of last year I kept a stuck tune diary, a journal of all of the sticky tunes that visited me, particularly tunes that I awoke with already playing in my head. Of the 122 … Continue reading

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A Song for Julia and Winston

If I could stretch my eyesWide enough to see I wouldn’t blame youI’d see you’ve set my paceOne paycheck away and farFrom a homeward slide Around and around like full moonsIn day’s full light we danceAcross a store of blindnessMy darling, … Continue reading

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