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Poetry 365: #1 – August excerpts

Although I have still been keeping up with my yearly poetry quota — for the most part at least, since I’m a bit behind on making it to my goal of another 175 poems for 2011 and may shoot for … Continue reading

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A stuffed suitcase

Folding yourself up into yourself until you don’t exist — until you’re a single point of light — is the best way to go. I try this in my bed this morning with little success. It would help me shed … Continue reading

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Hum

Invariable transistor static. Leading to the romance of radiowaves. Leading to broadcasts of the nightly news sent through thickening televised air. Now every high point holds finger-antennae pointing at holes in the atmosphere, every low point a ringing, buzzing baby … Continue reading

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The mirror

The mirror of my mind reflects only badness. The good resides here in this room as a vampire, without reflectiveness, and though my mind searches as if for shells, it finds only sand. My mind is like a mud that … Continue reading

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We sweet Orpheuses

The Columbia has abandoned us, the Willamette, too; and the Guadalupe; and San Jose. And Portland. We’re abandoned into history. We’re run aground on a little island, but it isn’t really a little island — it’s a sea monster. Verily. … Continue reading

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Memorial days; Cockroaches; Indepedence days

Your father told us about the time he lost control of the Tahoe on the ice. We ate chocolate cake and went wine-tasting. But aren’t they the same thing? Both only offer acerbity’s opposite. And all dead soldiers look the … Continue reading

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Oka’s toes

a big breakfast, and Tom’s cat, him peering in like a little lost boy who’s come home to discover his parents have forgotten him, and they’ve thrown away his clothes and his bed and his little red firetruck and there … Continue reading

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