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For every poet who knows what it’s like
There’s a woman in the front row who has started to cough. I spent seven wretched hours on a rancid bus to get here, to read poetry in...
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- Mar 16
- 1 min
A Muse
You noticed my proclivity for the overly sentimental, the Romeo and Juliet, the hours I spent re-reading, my watching of The Notebook...
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- Mar 15
- 1 min
Rodentia
My landlady is ranting about the squirrels, how they dig up all her flowers, calling them tree rats, that all of us would hate them if it...
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- Mar 15
- 1 min
No. 6, in C Major, with Voice
I’ve opened a window to blend the outside with what is in, the strings of a concerto playing from my radio, accompanying a cardinal in...
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- Mar 15
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I Surely Would Have Fallen Had I Tried
Thus God made the firmament, and divided the waters which were under the firmament from the waters which were above the firmament; and it...
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- Mar 15
- 1 min
Knick-Knack
The schnauzer figurine I gave you was dismissed as a knick-knack, a worthless ornament, unable to bestow its love, wag its tail, or beg...
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- Mar 14
- 1 min
Filler:
The album’s seventh track, that isn’t very good, that you find yourself skipping like the fourth, eleventh ones, as though the artist...
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- Mar 14
- 1 min
Tigris and Euphrates
Shelly says if she were God or last upon the earth, not another soul behind, she'd start it all again: Breathing life in crackled sand,...
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- Mar 14
- 1 min
St. Michael’s Quartet
i The cityscape is cracked and bleeding. You hear a jazz trumpet in the middle of road rage. Panners ask you for change. You tell them to...
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- Mar 14
- 1 min
Michael Jackson Isn’t Dead
Michael Jackson is still alive. My friend who’s into conspiracy theories said so, adamant like he is about the others in his arsenal:...
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- Mar 13
- 1 min
Linus and Lucy
There’s a girl around the corner taking lessons, on a piano, her bay-sized windows open, with every missed-hit key made that much louder...
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- Mar 13
- 1 min
Ward One, Civic Election
You heard a knock upon the door; I begged you not to open He’s there, again, isn’t he? The man from city hall, the one with leaflets,...
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- Mar 13
- 1 min
That guy in those commercials
He’s always there in the background, laughing. With a dozen attractive “friends” – all of them feigning laughter. See him holding a beer,...
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- Mar 13
- 1 min
The Season Arrived in Birdsong
The season arrived in birdsong, in snowbanks receding like glaciers, their slow and dripping melt under a radiant sage of sun eager to...
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- Mar 13
- 1 min
The After Christmas
The tree is dismantled, limb by artificial limb, boxed in its cardboard coffin while its coloured lights and trinkets are consigned to...
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- Mar 13
- 1 min
Andante in H
– for Carrie Each note I play on the piano is for you I say, in my adoration, the real ones and the ones that I’ve made up, and I really...
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- Mar 11
- 1 min
30 Years
If I were thirty years younger, I’d ask the woman at the bar why I hadn’t seen her here before. If I were thirty years younger, I’d write...
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- Mar 11
- 1 min
Goodwill Hunting
I scoop her book out of the bargain bin and at a dollar, it’s precisely that. I hadn’t heard of the author before, and this title, twenty...
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- Mar 11
- 1 min
Asiago
In my childhood, the moon, of course, was made of cheese but not just any pressed milk curd or the expected block of Swiss but rather...
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- Mar 10
- 1 min
September Dew
In the days of almost-autumn, the dew mimics frost with beads of light, water bouncing sunshine in a harbinger of white. Frost is still...
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