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I am crossing the unholy waste of northern Indiana in a torrent, a terror of two conjoined twins playing one sorrowful ukulele.
Lovemaking heard through a motel wall like violin practice of the insane. Snow-capped mountain like one shoulder glimpsed when a loose blouse slips And a thin black bra strap reminds me of the poem with your second-best panties. We dress … Continue reading
All I have are words — egg shells & feathers, hollow bones, empty nests — to give you, numbingly, the endless iconography, litany/liturgy of love & loss, sad little hellish dreamworld I less inhabit than wear around me tight as … Continue reading
Swimming in the grief pools behind his almond-shaped eyes he hears, faintly at first, how Terror transmutes into joy like a nightflower unfolding to the first touch of dawnlight. His own voice joins the chorus (joy, beautiful spark of the … Continue reading
On my bike at 6 with the curling pink fingers of dawn already fading to yellow. It’s going to be muggy and buggy. For 11 months they complain about rain and snow; the other month they complain about the heat. … Continue reading
It is hot in the bedroom but not sultry, a humid stultification, all the long day’s travails insinuated within its red walls, abrogation of the laws of thermodynamics. A cheap plastic fan by the window pushing warm air through warm … Continue reading