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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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Existentialism in Springtime

How I know it is real and how I know I am I. Spring runoff flowing sweetly through the roadside ditches with these particular details: that preternatural shade of green that is anything but; clear plastic water bottles and blue … Continue reading

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Clotted Cream

My day like clotted cream pulled from the fuggy hole, so much milk-fat risen to the top of my mind, crusted, clouty enough for any Jenny to entice her Blunderbore, and here I stand, no giant I, mere man in … Continue reading

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The sky is heavy…

The sky is heavy today, a kind of pressure that manifests around my chest and ribs, reminding me of that sensation last night as I lay on my left and was inordinately aware of the spasms of the chambers of … Continue reading

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My Madness

  Hamlet, Act 2, Scene 2 POLONIUS (aside) Though this be madness, yet there is method in ’t.—(to HAMLET) Will you walk out of the air, my lord? HAMLET Into my grave.   Is there method in the tracks of … Continue reading

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April

The pines hold their arms wide open to me, and never tire. The crows are better at living, and smarter, we both know this. The stream runs cold and clear, clearer than my head, not nearly as cold As the … Continue reading

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My Snowy April

Murmansk, Salekhard, Igarka, Iakutsk, Magadan, Komsomolsk, Baykal-Amu. Stalin’s GULAG blistered like herpes across the groin of Siberia, like the Katorga camps of the czars before him. This is not Sonja Henie, not Stockholm, not Drottnignholm Palace, no spring cruise on … Continue reading

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