Tag Archives: God

The girls

Posted on 9 November, 2009 by

The girls of the 1920s were little more than willow wisps; all legs, arms, and torsos, only a motion of limbs and pale thin embodiment. Bowlers, and short hair, flapper dresses, boys at their sides, neon, satin, sequins, and utopian … Continue reading →

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God Bless Lost Poems

Posted on 20 February, 2009 by

God Bless the blind dates middle-aged couples go on after meeting on Craigslist and God Bless children on bicycles and dusk and tow trucks she laughs and says, “I think I should, but I don’t.” there is a noise of … Continue reading →

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The first and only time I thought of You

Posted on 17 February, 2009 by

[another older poem, from about a year-and-a-half ago] I dreamt of a time when the mottled pieces of our puzzled planet stood in fault lines when in fact they were nobles of perfect lineage and with each movement made ruins … Continue reading →

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Zuihitsu

Posted on 14 February, 2009 by

[a poem from about a year ago dedicated to my friend Rosa.] We were born of the same parents, you and I, a twinkling nicety, once, in a young uterus; worn well now, our skin, and different like the differing … Continue reading →

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A girl in the hand is worth two under the table

Posted on 30 September, 2008 by

I can depend on my mother’s charity and the stupidity of mankind… Relying on the tides to rise and recede and the birds to chirp and the squirrels to nibble noisily on things sitting in the branches of some tree … Continue reading →

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The redemption of William Randolph Hearst

Posted on 20 July, 2008 by

When death comes, it snatches with quick & clumsy kittens’ claws in a frenzy of untrained aptitude. It comes with all the clumsy enthusiasm of a teenager. It doesn’t allow for last words or unfinished business or secrets whispered with … Continue reading →

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