Monthly Archives: May 2011
THE BIOGRAPHY OF TOTO THE WONDER DOG
I’m in the Warehouse on a Tuesday night waiting for a fellow graduate student to come onstage and read from her first book of poems, and Dr. Kirby shows up and stands next to me in front of the big … Continue reading
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Something is Closing: Poem 4
The problem is I have turned into a loaf of bread. I cannot pick up pencil or pen cannot sweep or clean the sink my hands just fall through. At first I thought this was some illness I had to … Continue reading
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MARIE ANTOINETTE IN LONDON
After dropping off her children at a school in Hampstead, Marie Antoinette went to an English seminar to improve her language skills. After class, she attended her thrice-weekly Pilates workshop, and then had a light lunch at a café in … Continue reading
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Second Labor: Western Slideshow
I packed my pistols right by my weaponry: Tucking the honest steel of a revolver in my thin pocket so my shaft rubbed against the pearl handle, brought glory to a sunrise otherwise lacking in shine. My burdened horses didn’t … Continue reading
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Clare Bowdy
Clare Bowdy sat at her kitchen table and made a list of the dozen or so experiments she conducted over the past few weeks. What’s meant by experiment is a little test involving just Clare, not scientific so much, but … Continue reading
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The Hard Things
She goes by K.C. because Karen Christiana is a burden her mother placed on her – one she simply can’t carry. But she can be a K.C. She can be a K.C. and she can work the desk at the … Continue reading
GIVING IT BACK
I’ m waiting tables in this overpriced restaurant and when I tell this overpriced lady that ahi is Hawaiian tuna she wants to know it they killed any dolphins to get it. I say, “ No, but they killed a … Continue reading
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Bus Pass and Love Liquidation
Bus Pass I saw you at the bus stop on a billowing November’s day, your blonde hair lashing angrily so I couldn’t quite see the white lies of your eyes in the gun-sight of my vision. But even knowing I … Continue reading
Oddities
In the seventh grade, the boy I’d had a crush on for three and a half years finally asked me out. Well, that’s what we called it back then, but we never actually “went out” anywhere. Anyway, he was adorable … Continue reading
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Open letter to the Parker resort in Palm Springs, where I am spending the next 10 days for a conference. (with introduction by David Crawford)
Dear Readers, I was born in Alaska on an island where Sarah Palin could have actually seen Russia from my house. Some of my fondest memories are sitting around listing to and telling side-splitting stories. Sometimes they are long, winding … Continue reading
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