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Apr.11.2010
April 11, 2010 Climb Up and Over--wall Our garden bordered an alley which crossed into a hayfield and stretched to the hillside Our yard had lilacs that surrounded a pond filled with sweat peas and crested by vines Our porch led to a street that lined the road running from our house all the way to...
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Apr.11.2010
  April 11, 2010 Climb Up and Over—it was a dark and stormy night in the movies when you’re lost in the woods in the dark and it’s rainy and many miles are left, you stumble on that empty cabin whose lantern still has fuel and you cozy up with that sexy cop you hated at the beginning of the plot...
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Apr.10.2010
April 10, 2010 That isn’t Faith This is For John H. You listen more attentive than most take mental notes of where the knife will enter your chest where the underground routes to your heart have jammed and need a bull dozer to clear the way replace the cables resurge the flow and you retell it all...
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Apr.09.2010
 April 9, 2010: State of Affairs Night http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H_v7mUGoKDc April 9, 2010: State of Affairs Night My body doesn’t creak, Rattle or groan, It sings in B Flat, minor Chord, bopped and burned Parts brought to the surface with the Messengers jamming up Dizz This gastrocnemius...
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Apr.08.2010
hole I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in And stops my mind from wandering (McCartney) In the last week three lenses dropped out of my glasses I found them like seashells washed up on my coffee table on the seat of my car under my shoe they were irreparable refused to fit back into the frame of...
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Apr.07.2010
April 7, 2010 prompt: getting away you think these are tears a cluster of stars weighing on my eyes but in fact they are numbers clicks on the odometer, miles between where I was and where I’m going similarly they slide in and out of sight like an eye opening and closing all in all and I keep...
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Apr.07.2010
April 6, 2010 This is a Mistake Everything is real. I knew I was casting myself aside. Mahmoud Darwish, Mural These years are in suspension-- a ravage of hours that could mean so much more thinking of the parts under-utilized, not sleeping or meditating or bringing words of my own to the page,...
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Apr.05.2010
April 4, 2010 (prompt: Ruin) The lone and level sands stretch far away. (Ozymandias by Shelly) Civilizations in my life time have not been civil nor alive or watchful of its gifts we live in a wreckage of forgotten histories under a mantle of our own goodness this power carries thunder and...
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Apr.04.2010
April 4, 2010 (prompt: missed call) When I am eyes-closed in the tub, listening to David next door practice his cello strokes as long and insistent as memory or waiting for yeast to proof in the yellow bowl, fragrance of death mold and sorrow hope uninhibited prayer is silent, eyes- closed soft...
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Apr.03.2010
April 3, 2010: recipe A Taste Of Virtue Hanging among Anjou pears and shiny persimmons their seasons are short, sometimes pass without harvest, but if you are lucky walking past the field, you might notice a glint off the skin of patience, the ruby juiciness of fortitude. Pick them that day do not...
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Apr.02.2010
April 2, 2010 (prompt: street) run street hill side toward the reservoir stop at the crest pine beds line the road gasp air, hands on hips this Is the kingdom, one block, two block three blocks from home, own each imprint of the foot on the pavement take in the view, bay, lake, city, bridges,...
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Apr.01.2010
Poem One: April 1, 2010 Biograph As if marking time prompts the Bargaining of a life into a Comprehensive accounting, organizing, stitching, storying Digging up an Excavation where each bone is examined and The heart beat questioned, allowing Forensics to simulate/stimulate the memories, Gorge...
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Feb.01.2010
Dragon Boat Racing
A mentor of mine, an award winning novelist, told me once that writing makes you fat. She said, "I used to be a size nine but look at me now." Of course, through my adoring eyes, she looked perfect: elegant, wise, full of life and sparkle. Then like most people, I associated writing with...
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Dec.17.2009
Gloria Winters as Penny
The uniform for All Saint Elementary School crossed at the chest, the thick straps of the jumper pressed our overly-starched white blouses against little girl undershirts. Shoes were polished to a military shine, socks had to be white, preferably ankle socks, as knee highs were definitely high...
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