February 2012
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I knocked on the bathroom door. A female voice came from inside, “I’ll be right out.” I went down stairs. Dad was in the kitchen. He’d gotten fresh mums from the Floral Company next door. “I got these for Honey,” he said. He was wearing a black suit. I paused at the fridge said he and the flowers looked nice. I was also wearing a suit, my oldest. My legs were shaking. I was as weak as tea,...
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“Wow,” Honey said, laughing into a deep breath to help her focus. “I didn’t know you could break dance.” I didn’t think I remembered the routine from fifth grade or not. I was improvising. But the way the wash was throwing our reality around, I’m sure I looked like a genius. By the end of it, my pelvis was killing me from the whale-dolphin conversion and a joint in the tiles had pulled out a...
January 2012
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“Don’t tell me, let me guess, you’ve been invited to a costume party...”
– Admiral Al Calavicci
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“As an atheist, I see nothing “wrong” in believing in a god. I don’t think there...”
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March 2011
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Watch‘nuf sed TED
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“Some people never go crazy … What truly horrible lives they must lead.”
– Charles Bukowski
July 2010
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Short Poem No.35
It really wasn’t that big of a deal … the reflective foil was crimped under the Polynesian glass we ordered and it scratched, so she sent it back. “The ocean can be as deep as sleep sometimes.” We dropped through the atmosphere. He couldn’t understand how she was still flying. The chair (sort of) cuts off the circulation in my legs at times. (… if two milk crates were a chair at all)
June 2010
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Short Poem No.34
This one’s for Ken, because Ken’s a hell of a guy, Let ‘em have it Vito. The piano starts and the lights go dim, there are palm trees in the white sand, the stars spin them like a top. Dancing. Dan always said stupid shit that always ended with “When I get the hell up out of this place.” Pot holes and paychecks - don’t think I hate this place.
May 2010
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The ( ) comes up The Ç gets writers block The ~ is calm, gentle wind The ≈ are rising The captain and his wife watch their little girl watch the colored ball roll between her hands Can I get you some coffee, Babs?
April 2010
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Short Poem No.33
Sitting on the heirloom green couch with pearl handles inlaid with round oak pegs, she reads to him the adventures of the girl from the loch she calls by name The Kiss was pinned on the wall, curling at the edges, his arms intending to strangle. If he had lived, we should have thought of him and his family Shot glass from Boston – empty bottle of Bourbon
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Short Poem No.32
The orange glowing icon has a voice… which will prove, in any language, that I know what the problem is and I know how to fix it. Now, what you’re going to have to do is read the little booklet we’ve put together, We like to think about it as a way to get to know your vehicle and yourself. In traffic, the car swerved in front of the truck that went off through the guardrail and across the...
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Short Poem No.31
The sermon was about bringing Jesus into your boat – that is, not being afraid – you do have a boat don’t you? Her legs were as soft as steel in the desert, Euphrates, you have seen a tiger haven’t you? Sexy, I’m sexy as hell.
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Short Poem No.30
In dreams he wakes to find her sleeping and touches the scar on her hip – a bone he once memorized for a test. In dreams, she sits up straight and wraps the swaddling clothes around a gray and white-spotted puppy. Says, Go ahead. You’ve got better things to do. Holiday pictures on the mantle in the livingroom
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Short Poem No.29
The bearded men look up from their ale like leprechauns from a pot of gold, a stale fish somewhere in the back room A Taiwanese tourist takes a picture of Departure Bay and the boats and local residents hoisting long poles from the floating dock. Ham hock or hot dog, Dept. of Revenue 4718.
March 2010
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“Now I’m hunched over a typewriter, I guess you call it painting in a...”
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Short Poem No.28
He spent one full lifetime building the cabin I will die in, though die not if for your existence, as painful as it is, I know it could be worse, I could not be here at all. What does this mean for us? You ask like she wants to hear you say it. Would you get up and walk across the world for me ? Open a beer, the cassette clicks. Time to turn over.
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Short Poem No.27
When he went to sleep the world was fair, the countryside was bare and the bear’s, well, they were just bears, not a symbol, not a knock-kneed peckerwood’s front yard statuette. - A front yard’s like a man’s face, you got to keep it clean,
“Now, hell, I ain’t got two silver dollars. Ain’t even got a horse to ride out on if I did. I had to bury the critter.” He chose the bed he would die in and...
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Short Poem No.26
Giddy because of the sweet thing she holds under the lights beneath the howling The scoop goes up, the scoop comes down Waffle cones and green beer, one day before your birthday
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Short Poem No.25
Now what’s happened is that the decay has gotten back down into the gum line and you’ve got to understand, we tried, we did what we could, Champ, it’s got to go. The house tour was like a corral, though the feelings suggest a slow down, the muse of youth, a picture on the browning wall. Dear mom, I still sleep in my clothes.
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Short Poem No.24
The silence is broken, a bemoaning of flowers one wilted petal There was a bronze coin in the store window, one gold ring, a silver watch, the bust of a man wearing an old hat, a painting of the old acquedotto in Piazza Signoria It’s time she did something for herself
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Short Poem No.23
The theater lights fade to diamonds As his heart races his palms sweat He’s been saying lines from three acts into the future Only a handful of diamonds can save his ass now The heating unit must be broken but it’s not what he’s doing up there reading manuscripts left by every tenant of apartment 1R since the seventies. Happy is as happy does little kitty.
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Short Poem No.22
Silent confusion in the red dust cloud. the rumble of fear grows then takeoff! &Down you go, a little wind-up motor in the birth canal at first light Black pants, pain in the neck, torn shoe, Saturday.
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Short Poem No.21
You think you’re paying for it, but I know you aren’t. I’m as close as your notepad, feel the cashier move ? Always the same, up at six, draft at nine-thirty, the little fucker Biff learns manufacturing or it’s ‘stop tinkering’ That dropper draft your thumbtack, dollars and blowtorch
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Short Poem No.20
To her, he is the perfect specimen of time and place, To himself, he is too close to something very wrong. Halfway home she remembers the bracelet in the kitchen, draped on the stained wood chair – she closes the window. I hate these damn boots.
February 2010
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Short Poem No.19
Dripping, she said, and stalactites or stalagmites, which ones go up? then, near the beach, on a bench covered in pigeon poo, the green masks were painless mistakes. Bottle of water, bottle of beer.
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Short Poem No.18
Ten thousand monkeys and one key to paradise, they found bones and a tool beside the water fountain buried in the hip of a mountain
the night’s rain had washed away a faint rainbow in the sun.
Beer bottles and a kiss, two deliberate strangers plan a meeting for the man climbing in the window from the black metal fire escape suckling a single (sent) Has God ever answered you?
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Short Poem No.17
Ten thousand now, falling faster, the second you stared, the first time she doubted the Stanton Island Ferry, homeward bound, the sea and a pale white bird. She was not happy. I know it’s not me, only what I could have grasped if I’d set my mind to humanity instead of this secret mind talk and red can bacon grease. You look at me as if you know me. Then you put me on the shelf. Rice paddy in the...
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Short Poem No.16
Delineate timing in the backer of the legislation is the strategy of a housecoat,
Fishmongers and watershed, steeplejack bobbies, the ferris whelp goes around the armistice young lagoon
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