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50k
November – packed and sealed like a wide jar of stray buttons on a wooden shelf, blue paint and splinters flaking under rot, barker shouting, How many? How many? – puts aside no moments for an old...
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Dividing the Alar
Anchored doubly, attention split and fettered down to two foundations, rent easily as newsprint carried in after a rain, in my two hands, cupped together as to gather up the spray that strays from a...
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Resurrections
Pages flex, frames advance, as their characters, bereft, dance from edge to edge while time or magic ferries a reversal, a resurrection. Death may have been a robbery, a shock, a hackneyed grab for...
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Marygay on the Shuttle
A century gone out and back, regular as breathing – deep-sleep breathing like clockwork ticking out our dreams, while we await the wakening that follows fallen villain, scythe through brambles. Packed...
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Anne and Jo
Inkwells, blots, drafts in the fire, impulse to vault the split rail like a boy at the first suggestion of the question ahead, at the enveloping wait for an answer. Refusals bubble like leavening, like...
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Untitled
Our book is the only book on the shelf by the TV, capping the tower of DVDs like a blue parapet enswathed in a descending mist. Inscribed to both of us, our book waits, gold-engraved ticket anchoring...
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Keeper
The pitch’s last defense wafts like a wallflower, scarlet and gold lobe-wings waving, a woody, sturdy sail before the tall trio of hoops. Apart from surf, from soil, from skirmishes and scraps, he...
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On Rereading All of Sandman in One Day
First: It took me more than one – While wayfarers rendered words into a storm of story at the World’s End I waned, percolating ache through hips, wrists, and the black ballast of eyelids settling under...
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Finishing “Ocean”
In a life divided like the strike, split of maul through log into mine, yours, we’re jealous with anything ours – with the Christmas tree and its ornaments made and bought for our first together,...
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Panserbjørn
I have no record left of him but the little card announcing “Best in Show,” the remnants cast off from his armor – mocked out in foam and glue, rust down from rivets brushed like the lines in a...
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