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confederate widow

–Author’s Note: This one needs more work but it’s off to an interesting start. confederate widow she reminded him of a confederate widow, dressed in grief and valor shaded by southern points demarcated by spanish moss and inherited lightning.  the heat … Continue reading

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on rain

on rain the rain has broken.  the interrogation was indeterminate, an unfixed missile with split contrails guided only by his shakedown of the clouds. his intent was to identify facsimiles and starve out imposters laying claim to melancholy. this is … Continue reading

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Pond Song

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 hair and a coyote brushes its thicket. Cattails nod … Continue reading

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since when

since when since when does lightning attempt to make a reservation online? that seems counter intuitive and likely to fry circuits and all other sorts of unpleasant things. are my fingers insulated with polyethylene or am i missing something here? … Continue reading

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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