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she
she was alone, smoking a slim cigaretteand drinking chardonnay at the bar:legs up to the sky, clouded gently bya short skirt of diaphanous design;this was back when one could smoke cigarettesin public places. she was glamorousdespite that and the seedy dive, sinatraplaying over tinny speakers behinda bar conspicuously out of style.her eyes enticed as much…
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Equinox
we raised a toast to night and poesy,we raised our toast to the muses nine;she, smiling, reflected moonlight and star shine,pale face floating above the campfire, lightas mist but clear as the evening’s chill outsidethe campfire’s glow of warmth and hickory smoke. we raised a toast to tomorrow and life,we raised a toast to passions…
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Occult
mystery is a thing of feathers, flies awayon bat-wings, crawls into the earth through suspiciousburrowed holes, swims alongside sharks and within podsof dolphins, sings with angels’ voices, screeching onthe strings of demon fiddles and beats with drummingpercussion through the blood of all sentients. mysterythe lifeblood of knowledge and breath of wisdom, inhaledbrings curiosity to awaken…
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Pumpkin Holiday
awake into early chill, season of frostand the pumpkins are all in, yards bedeckedfor holiday of unholy . . . neverone to participate, our family hunchesbehind cinderblock walls, hoards its candyand hides from the general hostilitysociety seems to bear. this benigndistrust seems born in the genes, showing trueas well in all mother’s sisters, one whonow…
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Roadtrip
it was time for a change of scenery;too long we’d danced in stagnant rain on prairiesand wanted for some elevation, orperhaps bigger sky or broader blue scapes.undecided, we headed west in the carplaying novels on CD as the milesslipped by, the asphalt river racing pastbeneath worn tires and we watching roadsidesfor occasional animals, hawks byday,…
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Sanitarium
she asks if I suffer hallucinations.no, I suffer them nothing; I do, though,enjoy them much more than most other folks—I mean, I like my imaginaryfriends better than my real ones, not that Ienjoy hallucinations more than otherfolks enjoy hallucinations; I mean,your average jo either gets caught up ingames of denial and confusion between,or among, realities—how…
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Nighthag
she’s followed me home every day this month,lurking in shadows, just out of sight. firstI laughed at my own conceit, my own sadparanoia. but then a friend asked meabout my shadow, so I watched closer,more surreptitious, and there she was, coyas moonlight and insidious as night.last night, I heard her panting outside mywindow, her heavy…
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Salmon’s Envy
I was talking to a salmon and thesalmon was talking back, he’s a friend of mine,about the value of oxygen andthe problem of gasping for breath once you’vestepped out of your element to walk inanother’s shoes . . . it occurs to me thata salmon speaking of sneakers is quiteabsurd, but there it is .…
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Between Saying and Doing
you once told me that we all want to bebeautiful. you told me it’s a naturalimpulse, biological, organic,written deeply in the genes, those micro-cosms whence we spring. you told me you werecertain that on deeper levels we allare equal and lovely and basicallygood; you told me evil was inventedby lazy old men as a way…
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how silly it all was
later that night, after that incidentwith the nudists and the police, I wasgetting closer to sober and you broughtover a bottle for us to share, though itwas only a pint, and you had been drunkhours before I started on the whiskey . . .we toasted the cops and nudists and madejokes about protests and how…
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