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Author Archives: jswaingrass78
Four Methods of Crisis Management
Four Methods of Crisis Management I. Hold your face even with a fountain and the shock of water corrects itself against your chin. Rain would be simpler; its drops fall in electable soundbites. II. Stop at every rest area the … Continue reading
samizdat
samizdat bring the papers to me, dear and let the ink boil rebellious against the obeisance of fingerprints. creep to me under charcoal skies and wear your rutilant hair upon your ceramic shoulders. scrawl your protests in the text of … Continue reading
reveille
reveille I am solved by the equation of your eyebrows. They lift like windows, multivalent, like fog rising from the coruscant sheen of morning.
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dear victory
dear victory dear victory don’t ring the bells yet; let your sparkle fill the thirsty maws of gulls at ebb tide as the water recedes and toddlers scamper after treasure chests of purloined shells and sharks’ teeth; let the last … Continue reading
stephen as a lady
–Author’s Note: Many years ago, I wrote a poem of the same title that got lost to the world. This is an attempt at a new version. It’s inspired by the poem “The Heart” by Stephen Crane (which is a … Continue reading
my intimate architect
–An older piece that has gone through a new revision. my intimate architect you began the scaffold on me and took notes in the margins of my naked side. throughout, you were as elegant as a bookshelf, illustrating for me … Continue reading
elk
elk the moon is a faded lingering imprint of chalk in the evening sky and the elk are bordered by the stamp of pines at the far edge of the clearing and the shoulder of the highway a hundred … Continue reading
statement
statement the sun is a bright bullet fired into the sky and if you listen closely, you can hear the echo in the chamber from which it departed.
gibson and celia are in love
–Author’s note: Another new one in its 3rd draft currently. Sort of a companion piece to “boys and girls in the night” but these two characters have intersected before in other places. gibson and celia are in love gibson and … Continue reading
Thought of the Day from Raymond Carver
“There is in the soul a desire for not thinking. For being still. Coupled with this a desire to be strict, yes, and rigorous. But the soul is also a smooth son of a bitch, not always trustworthy. And I … Continue reading
Tidal Waves Don't Beg Forgiveness 