Monthly Archives: September 2010
In The Night Of The Last Firm Breast I Squeezed
In the night of the last firm breast I squeezed, I drank my final pint of Guinness. I found that the juke box contained only unknown songs, so I sang out loud songs remembered from twenty years ago. That is … Continue reading
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An Older Man & a Younger Man Discuss the Art of Poetry through the Zoo Hedge
Poetry is a pheasant disappearing in the brush. – Wallace Stevens I When the old man was still a boy, He stored his diploma in a drawer Where it was safe and out of sight. He worked job one to … Continue reading
Witches
When Missy hid my baseball cards I shoved her face in mud, which proved – she said at twelve – that mud packs cleanse the pores. “My face is soft and you have zits.” My date, amused, thought she was … Continue reading
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My Mother Believed in Christmas
If my mother did not believe in the food pyramid, orthodontia, and sobriety, she believed in Christmas. If my father mailed me a check, my mother read the Sunday supplement from Holiday, the gas station on 13th where I would … Continue reading
VERISIMILITUDE and REMEMBER THE TROUBADOURS
VERISIMILITUDE We speak more words than we know, but enjoy our life. And the melody of books piling up on our desks. The giving and taking of dreams, and the slow drift of serenity into the corners of a dark … Continue reading
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