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Functions & Fabrications

“though life’s lived wrongsideout,sameness chokes oneness” – E.E. Cummings .. It’s the (l)oneliness that gets to you, the only-ness. The lack of all, the fall. The up -side …..d(r)owning. Enough to make you forget you are …………a sing -ular sensation. … Continue reading

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the ancient almost above

  which summer stone soul murmur follows frost, ….withers song? some lonely moon wild&quiet ,……….between us.   ..  

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just one more

just won: more. ……………….jest one: moo-red …..us one: More ………………………………Just One: more. just stone: moored.   ..    

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these poems that do not love me back

… the ones that lack depth and breadth and breath. i’ll stack them up from end to end, befriend their swollen sorrow, their swallowed songs. i’ll long await the day they re -member how to play and dance, entrance the … Continue reading

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Bay Street Blues

. Play me some pretty ditty, spilling out of the café on the corner, chased by laughter. Watch as my last cigarette burns to dust. I’ve been standing here for hours and not a soul has seen me. Stars have … Continue reading

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Solitaire

. The cards are stacked against her, aces down. She’s been alone so long the walls are talking, squawking about her lack of decorum progress hygiene. There’s a newspaper in that pile over there, says Carter made president. She knows … Continue reading

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the cheese stands alone

. there’s a man on the street with dirty feet and an old guitar. he’s got $17 in an old jam jar, but he can’t remember how to get home. there’s a girl on the on the stage who dances … Continue reading

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