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Woman Behind Glass

She was not afraid to walk beneath the towering structures of dinosaur bones, held together by wire that was made to be invisible. She moved slowly. She was in no hurry. Before looking at an exhibit she examined the plaque intently, then took two steps back and surveyed the thing with an air of a…

Digging Deep & Dark

Deeply dripping dark dreams Engaged erotically every eve Five fondling fingers folded; Girded goalposts give – go greedy – How hath human horoscopes Intertwined, itching, ignited Jab jocular jostle; jury & joie Kettle keeps a knowledgeable kill Lording lust loves liminal Mentions. Marathon. Mark marriage – No napier, no nihilage Over octagonal obfuscation Purposefully placed;…

Saturday Nights In The Wash Tub

Baths for the week took place in the kitchen where everything was cooked and where the heat was retained in the winter and held there until the spring windows could be thrown open. The old women were allowed to wash the children, especially the boys, from head to foot until we were fourteen or eighteen…

Aromatics

In your knee-high, tri-stripe socks, you are the feather-haired object of my broken heart. I have loved you since before I came to Santa Cruz and found you there. A sweet and salty butter pad floats on the popping silver surface of a hot frying pan. I drop six eggs, grated white cheese, fresh diced…

Sarita

The flutter of paper thin eyelids,                         butterflies   ^                                              as                                     the dry rattle, the absence of a pulse.                        ^                      ^                   snake                    ,   She planted lilac and larkspur to dull the pain.                        sage        winecup     ^              sun                                                            eat   The prairie is…

nothing

what does it mean to stroll down cobbled roads with processed words to have money then lose it to have friends lovers exes cousins aunts grandparents mothers fathers and then lose them like losing the change from a tenner after buying a pack of cigarettes to have recycled friends recycled lovers recycled thoughts time is…

With Hands on the Wheel

She goes on driving, does not carry a gun. She has no gun, never will. Do not judge the harmony of rain on the windshield. She waits, making a stop. Clouds; veins like the depth of the sea. One time you heard gunshots, now fallen in the red shadow of a traffic light. You hid…

Calamine’s Tree

She lived in a dented silver trailer. The trailer had been silver when she moved in: it had not been dented. The trailer stood alone in a clearing in the woods, after she’d driven it there herself a few months back, and it had a small awning and window sill. It was the kind of…

Anonymity and Pleasure

They were dancing, he was sure of that, dancing around a Knightsbridge traffic island. The man on the 137 double-decker continued to reminisce as the bus moved another agonizing inch along Oxford Street in the pre-Christmas traffic, the floor-mounted heaters blowing gratefully received hot air over the man’s feet. An hour had elapsed since the…

Unplugged

I’ve been clogged for some time now, but I’m used to being filled, so it’s not a big deal. And any time room presents itself, I fill up the space. That’s what’s great about it: It can be filled with almost anything: laughs, anger, food—like I said, almost anything. But lately the space feels like…