Monthly Archives: January 2016

The Wellspring

When I cup my hands a certain way (mug-shaped, so it’s sort of dark inside) and if I stare long into the hole, my creased skin and fingers fade and I can see the wellspring behind my boyhood home. It’s … Continue reading

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My Sister Keeps The Cats

  My sister keeps the cats for me down below; down unlit concrete stairwells with filthy walls croaking out course graffiti in whispers swallowed up by the dark; down to the corner where the boy is laid wasting away on … Continue reading

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Half-Sleep

Oh tentacled pillow, pulsing your warm inebriation through borrowed veins, you exaggerate! You make the night-light a lover’s moon, white shirts on the doorknob become silky dream women, and the hairy dark is a wool blanket– an assassin’s device, stubborn … Continue reading

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Father-Daughter Talk

She squirms into my hands…sticky, as blind and naked as any featherless hatchling fallen out of a nest. She reaches–not fists but hands finger-spread, quivering , open , palms out; a chin-shivering mime showing me where the walls were. She … Continue reading

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Ryan’s Grave

The day we buried him it rained. Umbrellas and sagging faces, and strobe thoughts in a flash storm– everyone swallowing …everyone swallowed up. Words and more words pelting me … like little round pebbles…that bounce off my skin. The casket … Continue reading

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The Tree Farm

My frozen breath parts Without magic before me, Spilling over my shoulders As I walk. I see rows upon rows Of tree-children Worshiping in this field. They keep their lines straight–stretching Up to the black ridge, And down to the … Continue reading

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The Invitation

There may be ancient silver coins beneath obese boulders but you will need the strength of my shoulders to get one. And I should tell you about the ferns–that they grow where the fallen hatch-ling turns his naked breast toward … Continue reading

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