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A Lacan villanelle

There Is No Speech Without a Reply Language functions not to inform but evoke Like it or not, the symptom is a metaphor There is no speech without a reply Full speech is not a question of reality, but of … Continue reading

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Al Gore’s Cowboy Boots (part 2)

Picture Al Gore’s cowboy boots wading through the streetwater of Miami Marching toward you, actually with a sense of urgency Getting closer and closer until they fill the screen And you, like everyone else watching protected by a shield made … Continue reading

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On Ashbery’s A Wave

John Ashbery’s A Wave is an itch I would scratch if I could. I am drawn to this book, out of all of Ashbery’s books, time and again, drawn to the very mystery of its attraction. True it does contain the … Continue reading

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Prayer for Tomorrow

Monday morning, 9:30 your life will change —from Prayer for Tomorrow, the first poem of my chapbook, One Step: prayers and curses. On the 12th of this month it will be exactly one year ago. I was at work when … Continue reading

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On Illness as Metaphor

Note: I wrote the following earlier this year and for obscure reasons didn’t want to share it then. Now, with the publication of my cancer related poems, the time is right.   A quick scan of the reviews of Susan … Continue reading

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One Step: Prayers and Curses

My Prayers and Curses chapbook of poems will be published by Atomic Theory Micro Press in an edition of fifty hand-sewn and numbered copies. Pre-sale begins on the 30th.  

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My Love and the Catfish

Mirror, Crescent and Round Lakes, though little more than decorated retention ponds, made three, and Tampa Bay drew the fourth line: boxed in. Lake dwellers now, we walked block after block seeing everything house-shaped. I wondered, will I ever be … Continue reading

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