Monthly Archives: April 2015

diagnosis

diagnosis viewed on a label the script screaming against a label bleached by order five words separated by indignant colons this is clarity this is not chaos you have fought sterility been defined by the denial of your heart’s drum … Continue reading

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afternoon interlude

afternoon interlude …watching a beautiful sky with a brisk wind flitting through the trees waving their leaf flags like wands. my daughter chatting to herself, golden hair a parachute of hope and innocent joy. my hands typing, fingers plying a … Continue reading

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of the whole

of the whole as slight as a firefly, this furtive glance back into the memory of your hurricane hands leavened into mine the first time. i remember slickened streets, lampposts watching over our gait. both of us in awe of … Continue reading

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Pond Song

Originally posted on Tidal Waves Don't Beg Forgiveness:
Pond Song A necklace of evening smoke plys its trade on her collarbones, mudhens swirl in the ebb jaws of pond water. “i thought they were coots,” she says, lolling her…

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the night raymond carver came back as a ghost

the night raymond carver came back as a ghost it was that night when we thought we could still talk to raymond carver. we were talking about love or raindrops or something as simple as a window’s four-paned pattern on … Continue reading

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acceptance is a nonnative language spoken by ghosts

Author’s note–This is a new piece and pretty simple. I’m playing around with a narrator who is (obviously) doing the very thing he’s saying he won’t do. I was inspired by Neruda and the confessional tone and took it up … Continue reading

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and we were punctuated in five ways

and we were punctuated in five ways and somewhere we became an ellipsis our bodies unmoored from stable ruts in the road. (i will wait) and perhaps i was seeking a period a destination demarcated by your skin unable to … Continue reading

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single (after abigail)

single (after abigail) talk to me again about ducks about feathers tell me your story when you are able let the glimmer squint back at me and bury these bones deep my hair isn’t as long as your gold but … Continue reading

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new document

new document lay it out, straighten it fold the lines like so avoid the razors of margins gild the last pale light of the east that has been dispatched into the font of your breath. every comma is electric whispered … Continue reading

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length

length in monday’s fog she arrives, a knife slicing through the grey haze encasing me.  her fingers feather my eyelids, telling me to unwrap my story. here it is:  i was broken, my nerves crawling snakes from the width of me … Continue reading

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