To My Sisters in Chores
When you clear up, you conform: Dust away detritus But also, let the tide wash awayMore
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Vacation Neighbors
O chanting insects of the evening on the north shores of Long Island, what does your insistent clickering signal from dusk till dawn? Hey dudes party over here? Hey ladies I’m looking for love? Hear...
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Hope
Strenuous days and nothing to believe inwhen black coat men cast shadowsover empty streetsDead inside I mourn the nightthey took youyour voice and defiance silenced for goodand like so many I...
View ArticleAfrica Recalled
Recollections of African friendships/ Last night I sat in the half-dark of the theatre/ watching and listening to Black Umfolosi;/ seeing the ghosts of yesterday/ moving silently in the shadows./ Moyo,...
View ArticleSunset Reverie
I have a cigarette on the fire escapewhile I wait for you to stop byJimmy’s ‘Castles made of sand’coming down from the rooftakes me back to better dayslike summers in Grand Isle-Hasty cars rush by on...
View ArticleWar Trench
I feel good in this bed. I want to pay for it, pay the charges. I owe it to Sears, feeling this good; I want to pay them everything I owe. I want to pay my debt.
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Worst Summer Ever
Everyone said so or everyone who had no place to go which was anyone we cared to know. Digital church bells tolled the hours of sun roasted office towers. The water was too shallow for laps. A big...
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Playing For Keeps
I listen to your old songsand for the first timeyour words strike a chordand touch me deepnever realized beforejust ... entire poem
View ArticleSalute to Returning Heroes
Returning Hero Who will be there to remember, when all has been said and done, in the cold grey dawn of November, with a flag and the sound of a gun? When our heroes return in their coffins to the...
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Ride
The engine won’t turn over by turning a key in the trunk. Rocco my favorite actor takes the wheel to get it going. Straight out, the guy’s a respectable mess. It’s like he lives in the trees.read more
View ArticleBathtime
Hundreds of fleeting bubbles popwith the sweep of an arm,the splashof a foot.Punctuated with little girl voices:"Pretend we're princesses.""Pretend we're getting married."Mounds of luminous bubblespile...
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Decay and Fall
Is a mouthful of crumbling concrete a sign for a cleaning and check-up asked our professor Doctor English about a simple operation on my upper lip to make it plumper, a little stitch at the corner by...
View ArticleThe Loss of a Dream
Floorboards creak.She creeps to me where I lie asleep,tears on her cheeks, voice cracked with sleep."Nightmare?" I ask, sweeping the sheet...
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Ulysses Ossuary
I am Ulysses Ossuary, also known as Barton Bone, part-time professional ventriloquist. I throw my voice around the house afraid of getting hollowed out. I’m wary of the basement water rising through...
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crying and traumatic globe luxation? precursors for tears during sex?
View ArticlePursuit
I was irresponsible almost obsessively so I watched the grass grow green on the back porch then turn gray with the stone
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