Monthly Archives: April 2015

force majeure – April 30

4.30.2015     [force majeure] cat lies in the center of the room that we get to wander by and into but only if we don’t thump too loudly. ——————

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night boxer – April 29

4.29.2015 [night boxer] weariness has taken on a new name   I don’t know what it is   I just know the pull down   weight, sound, touch   of its ringing bell   and my failing fight. ————————–

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short form – April 28

4.28.2015 [short form] when the chirrups from the pond stop   Danger, Will Robinson, Danger   something is there. —————-

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when the chirrups stop – April 27

4.27.2015 things suddenly go quiet sharp crisp quiet at the sludge pond   when the chirrups stop, the spring frogs freeze.   something is there.   fox, coyote, predator perhaps a human has stepped too close   all bird trills, … Continue reading

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quiet forevers – April 26

4.26.2015 I sit in a pastel red garden chair, breathing, watching, feeling the spring air, chirrup, chirrup surround from the pond and quick shock of screech from a pheasant   a bird moves ever so imperceptibly, and dog’s large head … Continue reading

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detroit – April 25

4.25.2015 some cops burned black businesses in the riots   just to show those people not to get uppity.   how down low can you go how sad that we forget. —————-  

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sonorous voices – April 22

4.22.2015 sonorous voices almost too perfect as if funereal was a verb.   as in, to funeralize, to speak smoothly, beautifully, hopefully with just the right sob in the throat and cheer-cheeked peek into the sky.   i hope to … Continue reading

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old friends – April 20

4.20.2015 I can’t do what you do anymore, he said   I’m just too tired, too fuzzy.   Don’t wait for your bucket list, she says, after eighty it just gets too hard.   And yet there they both are, … Continue reading

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delicate intensity – April 19

4.18.2015 the chiseled, tattooed, pony-tailed chef places paper thin wafers of parsnip onto stone platters in patterns of three   the tweezers pluck each from his hand as if from fairy dust with delicate intensity.   then a dot of … Continue reading

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holocaust -the bondage of death – April 17

4.15.2015 a long slick narrow bridge over waters filled with death   hate filled people gleeful in pot-shotting at random victims   a gauntlet of terror each movement only forward   unsure if the next moment will be the halted … Continue reading

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