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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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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 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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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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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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Two Roads

after Robert Frost I don’t have to wait for the ages and ages hence. One will do, it’s been enough. Though the lights were yellow I thought were green when I told you I knew what awaited, I went, we … Continue reading

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