Excision

Excision

“I’m afraid you will not smokemy meaning…”-John Keats Thursday morning he moved himself out of bedbefore any light broke throughthe already broken shadeand stood in…

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Leaving Iowa

Leaving Iowa

In fact, we barely knew your slim thicketof zip codes could be so easily shruggedfrom memory, there wasn’t even a backseat side-eye.We don’t belong to…

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Corners

Corners

The bat carries starson the undersidesof her wings. Her head is the tipof galaxyher body a velvetcometshattering nightwith its jagged arcof flight. Her thumbs &…

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This is an orange, round tablet

This is an orange, round tablet

Autumn starts when the trees give up drinking.An appointment is madein the ditch of Lake Meadand the hairy hands,tented on mahogany,speak calmly,which can only augur…

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Subjectionable

Subjectionable

The world sounds lovely over my left shoulder.A dog barks. A bird is chirping. The white rush of two-ton metal trucks on the asphalt. I am…

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Our Lady of Corona

Our Lady of Corona

Hail Mary, full of Grace, Mother of God, Mother of Angels, Sacred Virgin,Knower of unknown unknowns, Arbiter of the end of the beginning:let it be….

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Now That I Am Dead

Now That I Am Dead

I have so much to tell you,now that I am dead. I left my native soil in 1895 to seeka land as warm as gold,…

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Frangipani behind the Ear

Frangipani behind the Ear

We return to the Grand Pacific Hotelin Suva, Fiji, but it is not the way it was or what we thought it was:the cold lobster almost…

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Keep Her Out of the Tent

Keep Her Out of the Tent

There’s a temporary campground, with a tent,billowing-white, just off Sprague Ave. in Tacoma. Keep your daughter home.  Make popcorn with salt,buttery-warm. Let her watch the…

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Retreat

Retreat

The tiny cottage in the woods is abandoneduntil the woman whose husband drinkstakes refuge thereafter a bender,without regret.The woman loves her husband,and this is how…

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Contours of Affection

Contours of Affection

A pedicure is an archaeological expedition, if those feet belong to your mother.   A part of this country was your beginning of history.  A faded…

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Apprenticeship, Oil with China Bristle Brush: "Landscape avec des Moutons" #5

Apprenticeship, Oil with China Bristle Brush: “Landscape avec des Moutons” #5

(Rosa Bonheur, Rue des Tournelles, Paris 1836)  My easel billetedbetween stove and painting chest,Most mornings Papa teachesat an atelier for young ladies,later portrait sittings–a  Portuguesefactory…

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In The Footsteps of Telemachus

In The Footsteps of Telemachus

Image etched by Antoine Jean Duclos (French, Paris 1742–1795 Paris)

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Skyline

Skyline

That summer at the ranch, one seasonbefore Stanley hung himself in the toolshed,with rope worn from countless tie-downs–choosing his own handiwork over cancer–there was a…

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Form

Form

I’ve never before been intosomeone with such small breastsI like my hands to overflow with themto see their teardrop formblood rushes to imagine the color…

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Fodder

Fodder

I guess I could discuss phantoms and pharaohsand the places in between them,or rhyme schemes and what is palatable. it’s been weeksof perpetual reflection.I’ve been…

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Hiking Through

Hiking Through

Consider the space between A  B,the middle sister nobody sees,or the last invited, all set to gobut left behind wearing a new green coat,speechless, while…

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Lumphini Park

Lumphini Park

Bangkok, Thailand The white egrets in the treetuck up their legs, as still asthe noon heat. In last night’s dreammy high school flamehad been left…

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Creation Myth

Creation Myth

When they buried me they put all my statuesIn the very ditch in which I was to be put. Next they put in my estate,Then my…

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After the Funeral

After the Funeral

I hope morning is only a suggestion.I hope we linger in bed to memorizeSpring spilling warm sky outside,a collage of our lives as rose-lit.  I…

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