Monthly Archives: April 2014

Last Call at the Space Bar

.. It’s the witching hour, and we’re all punch -drunk and stupid with phrase, braised, bent and spent. Rhyme and rhythm and reason have all long left the building, and the band, the Enjamb -ments, has hit the road. If … Continue reading

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Aubade for All Things Rising, Strong

It cracks open, yolk rising along a sizzled horizon and we call it morning and we call it magic and we call it magnificent, as colors braid their way through dawn’s crimson hair. We collect these fragile gifts into baskets … Continue reading

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The Tortoise Rests

The world rests on a tortoise, like a pearl. And that tortoise? What’s it standing on? – from Barbara Yates Young’s poem, The End … .. Shelled, and shaken, slow and steady long left behind, he’s tired. And a hare … Continue reading

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Of Vessels, Voices, Villages

…… Stand back. Let us try the star. If I tick (broken length of slender) more rocks kill. Seems small, but this story spans the sky, everything under the sun, a sneeze of past. O, Inky kimono mire, how many … Continue reading

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Sleighted

(a shadorma) .. I swear, he pulled things out of hats: fluffy rab -bits, tricks, and an abracadabra smile. I hung my heart there for awhile, until he sawed me clean in half. You laugh, but up his spellbinding sleeve, … Continue reading

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Eventualities

… Everything’s ending. This vast and tired space we’re standing on and the race we’re running and the faces we’re carrying into the wind – and that camel over there, who’s had one too many straws. The laws of physics … Continue reading

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We, Dependents and Prepositions

.. … We bite back. We invade the hoard. We say it in broken English: We (though still bitter) ……………interrupt ourselves. We (through guile or luck or the right contracts) have hatched an escape plan. We (aware of how implausible … Continue reading

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Sir: Realism

  Yes, Sir, reality’s a real twister – minds and guts, and houses reduced to rubble, cars wrapped right ’round trees like so much tin. If you’re not careful you can watch hope crash right down, too, grounded by lightning … Continue reading

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Aubade to Broken

… Sun -set, and he is settling …………………….down. Sun -rise, and he is settling …………………………..in. Surprise leaving her nettled, ……………………..un . . ………..-settled.       …

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Twitterpated

.. Unsettle my heart. Leave me stirred and shaken, shirred about the edges and ready to fall. Wrap me in words and whisper -ed whim, a scrim of wishing stars. Thrum, strum my skin,       …….then settle ……………………in.     ..

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