Monthly Archives: August 2011

Net Generation

The Heart pumps blue and green and magenta balls of all sizes; the valves splurt sparkles. The muscle works electrified the spasm aches its lover. How wild a cage of bone to hold the strongest part. And in the night, … Continue reading

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Shift Dreams

Last night I forgot my goodnight prayer, just peeled out of my shift clothes and fell into sleep. I wasn’t struck by wild nightmares, just the drone of tomorrow buzzed all night long. Sometimes I wake up having dreamt all … Continue reading

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when it rains

Ask for more. Until the flowers open their insides out and the dirt is full of puddles. When it rains in New York listen to whatever they play in Mama’s Kitchen. Don’t carry an umbrella, or wear sensible shoes. Let … Continue reading

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Good Morning

I wake up tired. Grab my bike from the back yard. I have a back yard. Blow kisses at the tree. I have a tree. Don’t shower. Finish the piece due this morning. Turn it in. Pack breakfast. Oatmeal, almonds, … Continue reading

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For Amy

When Amy died I was in New York thinking about all of the little choices, the early mornings the aching sober nights the stinging aloneness meant to keep my fire contained. I walk the lines in bathroom stalls, I run … Continue reading

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