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the ants play pinochle on your snout

No last name On the broken tombstone Here lies Hope Nope, nope Nope Hope Has no Last name

Sometimes/in the middle of the night/awake under a panoply/as caustic as Doré/illustrating Dante

Never did

I went to Costco

Donna and I get out of the car...

She took a desolate road as the wind blew.

Let me tell you about extraterrestrial bingo: it's loud. They put the speakers over my head. And the microphone keeps moving. Most of the organisms here are old. And from another planet. I see a lot of tentacles. A lot of auras and bugeyes. Everyone seems to know the…

Two journal entries this week, worlds apart in style and content, but waving in the same general direction. Sauve qui peut.

reading books does not save you from death / nor does it keep poverty away: / what explains literacy's appeal? / reading books equips us to engage.

December 1995 “It's almost Christmas! Of course I'm going.” Gert's bosom swelled like a peacock's fan. “If you were more of a Christian, you'd go, too, Joe.”“Right. And leave the Mr. Kiddie Porn King of the World Wide Web here while…

I almost kept him on the shelf with all the trophies.

A.The poem of rational progression is dulling.Make the leap. Go beyond juxtaposition to collision.We like poetry that does double duty, triple duty, quadruple duty. We like poetry that mixes the grit, poetry that has the texture of complexity.Reason asserts an…

Wait for it. It's not the end of the world, it's the end of certain things. It's not that the sky is falling, it's that the coral reefs are dead or dying. I don't know how the ravaged trees have managed to survive this long with us breathing…

but all I can give them now are air hugs

The child was delivered, set to breathing, and whisked away before Fae Anne could even catch a glimpse of her.