“Where will you be?” He asks: “When?” “At the apocalypse.” He snorts, and rolls his head back. She continues to look at him, unmoving; deadpan. “Oh.” They dangle their legs over the concrete ledge, close to the lapping canal water. Dead scum floats beneath their feet and it smells faintly of harbour when the tide [...]
Entries from November 2009
November 19, 2009
ALONE AGAIN, OR (Excerpt)
It was the usual thing, an estate sale, and the three of us, my mom and my step-father John and me were standing there, conspiring in the hallway of somebody else’s home about how best to rip them off. It wasn’t going so well. *********** Only this morning my mom had asked me “What do [...]
November 12, 2009
His Cancer and Remission
His Cancer A dead apple drops, lodges itself inside the body. Next morning: grackle outside the window, dog asleep in the closet, dobsonfly rising from the bottom of the Susquehanna. Those contemporary love poems you were so fond of leave you in another place: mud banks, abandoned lots, airport restaurants with their cold coffee, whole [...]
November 5, 2009
WHEN IT’S SUNNY THEY PUSH THE BUTTON
and the sky through the oval aperture above your head in the form of light that bounces a little then rests on the curved walls and also in the form of whatever colors you can see and maybe if you’re lucky clouds pours through maybe it’s obvious and peacefully alien like a young nun walking [...]
