April 30, 2012
by Deb
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Before Birds Had Names I remember when I didn’t plant or pull but ate dirt. Searched out pure patties in perfect shape, a flat prism of luscious ephemeral and melted them on my tongue. I remember my first all-on-my-own bird: … Continue reading
April 30, 2012
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Untitled Buddy carried salt tablets into desert summers. He’d take off his cowboy hat, reveal a brilliant half dome above a deep brown tan traced with dirt. His snap- fastened shirt showed sweeps of dried sweat. Little vials filled with … Continue reading
April 28, 2012
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Space was my employer and tried to be my lover, too. Space made me divide my priorities, set me on edge as sharp as a rule. Scale he called it, the measure, the aspect, the sense of belonging to the … Continue reading
April 27, 2012
by Deb
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Chickaree Clapping Song In 4/4 time: RAT tat TAT-ta tat-ta RAT tat tat; ta RAT-tat-tat ta-ta RAT-tat-tat Who’s that barking from a big pine tree? A chickaree, it’s a chickaree! Tellin’ his neighbors that the cat’s got free! A chickaree, … Continue reading
April 26, 2012
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Elegy for a Squirrel The squirrel’s erratic path while crossing a street is an attempt to confuse the oncoming vehicle… thereby causing it to change direction. This is obliviously the squirrels biggest, and often last mistake. These are the times … Continue reading
April 25, 2012
by Deb
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The city changes hourly We’re not like that, we living things, shining loss is now a thing to be praised. Life might be so. Quick and neat. Calm this morning, we know we saw radio waves reunite with their shadows. … Continue reading
April 24, 2012
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Without a bit of d-e-b Rough pain is so much magic: a chain, a car, a lost facility. Join short rain maniacs to jot our own costs in ink, float as if ions still arc or is naturally a gas, … Continue reading
April 23, 2012
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Linework Recall the trajectory between two points the division of have and have nots, the wrong side of the tracks the way lyrics stick and repeat way past any asking or sensibility how children are taught to move between boundaries … Continue reading
April 22, 2012
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Knife Edge Pitted rusty and worn a recipe for repetitive stress injury, wanton cheer, evolution set to a grand scale, gorgeous cheery yellow set sail little infant lion teeth piss on the side of a walk gliding and burrowing deep … Continue reading
April 21, 2012
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hay(na)ku(s) artichoke snail slimed my spring garden * flooded rat hole will reappear tomorrow * crack! squirrel feeding not “at bat” * bums think my dog is beautiful * names have faces meet-up at Starbucks * impossible to write life … Continue reading