Tag Archives: death

The Peace of Dogs

It’s the most beautiful day ever because it is warm, but not hot, breezy, but not  windy, a perfect- ly ordinary and precious day for August only it’s October and so we share this gift together, Clover and I, and … Continue reading

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Moonlight Serenade*

Beauty makes me sad           Makes me grieve           I see what I must leave From “At Cross Purposes” By Samuel Menashe What plates a lustrous thing will tarnish. You were the silver moon, light of my night, beautiful and … Continue reading

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junebugs (2013)

last year we walked across the starfields of fireflies flaring like love that burns behind closed eyes after light has faded now it’s the droning roar of cicadas that wait 17 years to make love i’d rather disappear alone into … Continue reading

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Paso de la muerte*

She told me of the paso de la muerte, the leap of death, how she raced around the ring and jumped from the saddled horse to the barebacked one, clinging to the neck and mane as if life itself were … Continue reading

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Losing weight

Losing weight has made me look older. My visage is sunken, skull-like With death-eyes furtive in their sockets. I do not feel like eating today. There are other things a man wants more.

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Into the sky

The sky was too much for him, too high, too bright, too clear, too blue. He was drawn to the irresistible marbled pattern of cloud and its absence, and it filled him with emptiness, a vertigo of all the senses. … Continue reading

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My Koyaanisqatsi

My little broken world has your fingerprints all over it, loops and whorls and arches, Canyonlands in exquisite four-syllabled miniature calling to mind the Goosenecks of the San Juan downriver from Mexican Hat, a dusty village where we had Navajo … Continue reading

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