Monthly Archives: July 2015

Autobiography

Today we know each star burns toward extinction; That my voice and yours also are thin, thready yawps. I look over the rooftops in the morning, listening to The crows cough up the smoky traces of their night. I must … Continue reading

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Late July

The wind musky sweet combs through green lindens heavy with pale blossoms. We taste of salt, midnight.

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How the Moon Opens

I can’t describe how the moon opens wider each month, only show you where the door stops on its broken hinge. The gulls circling above their slow-swirling feathers have one thing to say: Patience? Patience? Patience? What we traffic in … Continue reading

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A Little Rain Still Falls

The clarinet is a willful thing; it’s played the same notes upon this man at the corner for years. I see hawks and foxes in the city these days. And the lawyers keep building new dens, looking east. The sun … Continue reading

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To Stretch the Night, a Comedy of Hope

Maybe it was those nights swilling moonshine, the torn shirts, occasional blood, but mostly posturing, that ended soaked in dew and puke while morning things, voices like creaks of fraying rope, shed feathers, jeered at Venus straining to hold the … Continue reading

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Each Morning, the Cliff Swallows

Each morning the cliff swallows hurry in and out of nests, as if with purpose. You never knew the ocean; that’s how it differs from a mind with Alzheimer’s. The flights of cormorants low over blue water are dark threads, … Continue reading

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True North

After the fireworks The moon is a yellow flame In the dead maple

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