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Posted on September 18, 2019May 1, 2020

The Upstroke Of Lightning

A smattering chatter revealed the prophet to be a fool – a beggar – a panderer to fear – for bread, mercy or perhaps, if luck ensued – loose coin,…

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Posted on September 17, 2019May 1, 2020

Ornithology of Perception

Iridescence on the neck of the boat-tailed grackle is a trick of light. Much the same as the swirled acid rainbow slitherings of oils on water – slick – metallic…

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Posted on September 16, 2019May 1, 2020

Dawn Breaks Hesitant

Stumbling into morning, vague, unremarkable, perhaps befitting a glance, or a glancing blow to the jaw. Stay cool in the thunder room, soft pressures of mine and mine alone, impugned…

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Posted on September 15, 2019May 1, 2020

The First Apple

Her eyes fold gently as she takes bits of honeycrisp from my fingertips – the first from the tree, still hard, tart, warm in the thick after rain, hinting at…

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Posted on September 15, 2019May 1, 2020

Now She Calls It Sorrow

She put willow switches knotted bits of string and fear sharper corners of gumwrapper chain and the long stuff of regret into a pasteboard guitar case and threw it in…

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Posted on September 14, 2019May 1, 2020

Once Before Her Slow Setting Eyes

Wind, don’t speak my name, no squash blossom thunder, no snap bottom rain. I ask but a breath on dry tinder, if just for a moment, tender as velveteen fumes…

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Posted on September 13, 2019May 1, 2020

Shoeshine (lessons from Satch) – A Memoriam

Stay outta the business. Shine. Quarters on corners and barbershops shine. From one to a son gone clean outta Coney, From one to a son this is yours. Just the…

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Posted on September 12, 2019May 1, 2020

Splattershot #2

Stars don’t look hard on the ground, careless as a sesame seed garnish on a plate of hog gristle and fork spun intestine with bang bang sauce. Fuck this noise.…

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