Monthly Archives: January 2014

54 – M.R.

little retarded boy round face blue tongue in, out, a slurring mouth… Wayne “W W W W A A A A YYYYNNNNEEEE” yes “YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAAA” Smile little retarded boy Surprise us that you can even be. Embarrass us to be with … Continue reading

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53 – THE EDGE

Call lands end a sheer cliff fall some hundreds feet straight down to sculptured rocks smooth pebbles, scratching sand, the surf, sea… we think land begins as sea ceases. Lifes geography misses such precision. When was the first notice of … Continue reading

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52 – LITTLE BOY BY THE GATE

Place one sandled foot before the other. On to pilgrimage! So saints, So scoundrels, So prima donnas, and conquerors. Stand at the gate pulled back by cords of suckling of warm quilts of growing quilts and unconquered fears. But, turning … Continue reading

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51 – A LITTLE CHILD

This little child counts. No more, no less. touching the flesh of others freely, moving in stumble step. Staring at new eyes, giggling, even falling, crying with the bump, reaching to hands willing to lift to guide to support… to … Continue reading

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50 – REAL MEN

Plastic isn’t good enough. It doesn’t burn, it melts. What would you have us do for lunch? Sip synthetic vitamins through multi-colored straws or slurp our thick soup, spill our cows milk without picking up after and later, burn like … Continue reading

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49 Actress

herself in a mirror but where does her reflection begin? what does she is her? how much of this is act? how much does she play? with herself? when she comes does she check her watch? does she always have … Continue reading

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48 – FOR BECKY TO SING

no promises, just kisses, more good-byes without hellos… That’s the way he wants his lady lovin… No questions, just embraces no locks, just open doors… but I like myself too much for that arrangement… So the kisses will stop coming … Continue reading

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47 – FOR CHRISTEN, WHILE SHE SLEEPS

Shhh… sleeping softly child beneath quiet whispers, above your place on earth you are cuddled, cradled in adoring arms… more than mothers milk awaits. you sleep in a thought from mans mind moving. Moving faster than your mothers mother ever … Continue reading

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46 – A CHILDS 1930

The willow in the back yard the one I would watch from my window when the wind whooshed the branches the one I would swing from, would shout my joy from, is dead is gone the shade on the dew-soaked … Continue reading

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45 – A PRINT

In a mall ART shop, by Rosemond someone… someone in blues, greens, browns, on beige canvas, mohogany framed. A face exquisite, round petite with eyes, quite innocent. Audrey Hepburn, but blue. Unreal. Too Round. Too Innocent to be forgotten. Two … Continue reading

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