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Twice Burned:Previously Published at qarrtsiluni*

Twice Burned Last night I was burned twice, once by one who cares too little and once by one who cares too much. Some nights I would light matches to stay warm, if only someone would cup two hands around … Continue reading

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Josep+Paloma

Paris is Raining Water is raining down Montmartre, rivulets leaking to the Seine. Josep feels like a martyr, the slow torture of wet feet. The stitching of his leather shoes is rotting; that’s the kind of winter it has been. … Continue reading

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Synesthesia (Previously Published*)

Persons with synesthesia experience “extra” sensations.  The letter T may be navy blue; a sound can taste like pickles. Vladimir Nabakov and his mother were synesthetes; Kandinsky claimed to be; Scriabin and Rimsky-Korsakov disagreed on the colors of given notes … 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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…for a strange poem that wants to be beautiful

These are notes for a strange poem that wants to be beautiful. It starts, you will not be surprised to learn, with the full moon behind broken backlit clouds, shining through in a pattern that reminds me of the Crab … Continue reading

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Pacific Coast, July 2012

MENDICINO SEASCAPE Abalone, coastal fog, talk of tides. What is life but a rusty crab pot and a hundred poems unwritten? Told, untold, fold, unfold, like breathing. Open, close, like a book of souls. ***** LUNATIC ARPEGGIO Lovemaking heard through … Continue reading

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