the eclipse and the exorcism

the eclipse and the exorcism

It began then, during the ten wet nights of red crabs clawing at the moon, a nymph that had just drowned in a maelstrom; the…

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Street Lamp

Street Lamp

When the opaque dusk swells, The broken street lamp’s Pearlescence of glass shards, Overshadows the warmth of light bulb   The night is the unsung…

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I set out to paint the light

I set out to paint the light

I set out to paint the light when it grows soft at summer’s end, but could not wrap my thoughts around the immensity of neglect…

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Aleppo

Aleppo

grief in weeks nothing has moved me.   i chase something and fail.   the screen dries my eyes.   no rivers flow in Aleppo….

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Elfie, Sheltie, Sallie, Shellie, Self*

Elfie, Sheltie, Sallie, Shellie, Self*

Author’s Note: The title of this poem is attributed to the spelling suggestions one gets, when having typed: Selfie in Microsoft Word. This is also…

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Fox Harbor

Fox Harbor

for SB This is the most you’ve ever been a child. Once there was sand, thick saltwater paste on legs capable of anything; then, later…

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YERE YERE PAUSA

YERE YERE PAUSA

Yere yere pausa Come to me rain, let the drops percolate, collect in plastic tubs drained through pipes made of dreams and denim   Tula…

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North of Longing, South of Hope

North of Longing, South of Hope

I. every night you turn on the lights in the room he has left behind on another continent he buys a pack of almonds for…

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I guess a pleasant night might be appraised in different ways

I guess a pleasant night might be appraised in different ways

I guess a pleasant night might be appraised in different ways A dazzle of days running under a tram While the horses bolt And the…

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BEGINNINGS

BEGINNINGS

All of the gin joints in all of the towns and you had to walk into this one* Beginnings don’t flow as easily as they…

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The Dreams of Tiny Things

The Dreams of Tiny Things

The birds outside my window speak of world domination, the tiny gray sparrows have staked out my kitchen for the headquarters of their aggressive, bird-centric…

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MAKING PRINTS

MAKING PRINTS

“What was it like—-being married to Mick Jagger?” – (American journalist) “I had to be a hell of a whore in the bedroom.” – Jerry…

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Your Last Sad Vehicle

Your Last Sad Vehicle

Keep watching those funerals — how they launch black sedans over cemetery landscapes, stop them by a new grave where the body enters orbit around…

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Hygge

Hygge

I asked you what you wanted me to write and you said it doesn’t matter that you would read it anyway that it could be…

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Why no one remembers the name of Janet Leigh’s character in Psycho.

Why no one remembers the name of Janet Leigh’s character in Psycho.

1. Conundrum the saint with the sadness of autumn crickets. Flow your love to what cries unseen. 2. Rattle the linguist with the voices of…

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