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Jan 241 min read
Risk
I toss my darkened Ray-Bans under the swath of the Milky Way. The gleam of two hundred billion suns. My walls are painted black. AC/DC...
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Jan 231 min read
L’artiste
They told me to never come back, the gallery did, after I broke the silence, singling out the sculpture in the centre— derisively so— a...
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Jan 221 min read
The Second Moon
You may have heard the Earth got a 2nd moon, 33 feet in width, for almost 60 days. What you probably didn’t know was the blandness of its...
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Jan 221 min read
Brian
He got his nickname from a dyslexic, who thought him to be the smartest kid in class. Nice catch, Brain! birthed the laughter in phys ed,...
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Jan 211 min read
Detroit
Day-twah is how you pronounced it, my ostentatious friend, as though the French were still infesting where the river worms and bends ; ...
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Jan 191 min read
for the doctor who took me out of my mother’s womb
Earthworms have no eyes, but they do have light receptors and can tell when they are in the dark or in the light. —...
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Jan 181 min read
The Crash, or Another Shitty Lesson in Astrophysics
Atoms free their energy by collision. The release of luminance. Everything there is must owe its blessed existence to the crunch of...
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Jan 161 min read
Sturnidae
Come, and trip it as ye go, On the light fantastick toe —John Milton, from L'Allegro Surrounded by their chatter, we note we haven’t ...
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Jan 141 min read
Charades
I mime a tender cradling with my arms. You counter with a backward slap to the air. I stoop to tie my shoe. You fling yours to the wall....
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Jan 121 min read
The Brush
You lament the amount of hair that’s on your brush, say it’s more than what is left upon your head. More grey than chestnut brown. More...
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Jan 111 min read
Rituals
Before I start my poem I need a potent cup of coffee— colossal extra-grande. But there’s nothing poetic in that. Any editor worth their...
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Jan 91 min read
“Rusty”
Your pages from the printer are crumpled into balls, set aflame. You call them stars and name them: Antares, Betelgeuse, Sirius and...
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Jan 72 min read
Dominoes, or Another Rainy Day in London Town
A tickle in your throat precedes a cough. The microbes in your mist, buoyed like the beat from a brazen hummingbird— its wings about...
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Jan 61 min read
Why No One Ever Asks Me for a Blurb
I despise the word blurb. Its approximation to burp. Its truncated BS on the back, of that book you feigned was great, essential, a...
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Jan 22 min read
Catharsis
On the day I pass away, I’ll say I’m out for a leisurely swim. I’ll be decked in a scuba suit, for a corpse that’s been in the water is...
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Dec 29, 20241 min read
Music
A million candles burning for the love that never came You want it darker We kill the flame —Leonard Cohen Light is most magnificent...
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Dec 13, 20241 min read
And Then There Was Light
With your hands wrist-deep in the black of loamy soil, you tell me your infant daughter died at break of dawn, on a day that our star...
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Dec 8, 20241 min read
And then there’s Sylvia Plath…
It makes no sense at all that Keats and Yeats have never rhymed. I don’t mean that each had never used the form in poems, I mean...
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Dec 3, 20241 min read
The Puffin
Hear this: a puffin is not a baby penguin, despite my decades of thinking it so. I cannot be angry at the puffin, its countenance of...
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Dec 2, 20241 min read
The Trial
It’s not the highest mountain but a jar of pickle juice. It’s not a molten bed of burning coals, but the gulp of sour dill, the brine...
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