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Month: March 2011

  • Bats, moons, beer

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    They laugh in hearty wood tones. A cigarette lingering up through  my writing room. The doors are open. THE DOORS ARE OPEN! And the moon. did you see the moon?! Oh, rising like a ship with fierce sails. An open mouth. The O in the middle of a daisy. Pat says she’s the closest she’ll…

  • Readings

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    I’ve always been a shy little bunny or maybe I’m better as a fox. White breast, face flushed. How old is she? She seems old (er) than me. She uses words like visceral in conversation. She’s naked and doesn’t seem to mind. Is embarrassed and doesn’t care. Is that what getting older is? I’ve been…

  • Ahhh

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    Last night, I strung up the hammock we got in nag’s head last summer. It’s been on a rung in the basement all winter and other than one day where it was warmer than it should have been and I hung it up to lay underneath the sun, it’s been hanging in the dark, like…

  • Winter in Bandon

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    Sent from my dad a few days ago. It all seems like a dance, doesn’t it? Claire, it reminds me of you, WaterWoman 😉 <iframe title=”YouTube video player” width=”500″ height=”311″ src=”http://www.youtube.com/embed/NG34swnz7xA” frameborder=”0″ allowfullscreen></iframe>

  • All the layers

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    There was an opening going on, a ceremony. Free food – cookies, punch, party fare. A waitress was carrying to giant tray that were longer than her body and somehow could almost balance it all. But a woman came to help her set the tray of goodies down on a table full of goodies. And…

  • brain stew 3 days cold on the stove

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    I’m getting that glooooooooooooooossed over feeling when you’ve been staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaring at the computer and your assssssssssssssssssssssssssss has gone numb and so has your faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaace and your liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiips hang on to a gnawed on piece of gum

  • camping soon

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    Spring mornings and they always smell like smoke. Fog and cold, wet dew. Frost on the grass. I remember writing about winter coming, having to shut my doors. And now the winter is burning off, hence the smoke, hence the skin-colored sky taking one giant stretch above me. I’ll follow its lead. It leads to…

  • Redemption Day, Sheryl Crow

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  • Bluebird

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    Red lips bloom through the glass, a reflection of her lying back. Blue blooms emerge on her calves like withered buds with the end of spring. She wraps herself in Pashmina soap, shaves her skin in the bathwater. Soap drips, bursts, wakes. It unravels in the water like some semen snake. Love is a close…

  • Waiting room chains

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    At my appointment today, the CD player was playing Carole King’s “Chains” song. I didn’t know who it was, I just looked it up. I’d never heard the song before, but I got an odd feeling if I was in a bad relationship this song was a subliminal messages to do something… Except I was…