Monthly Archives: September 2020

Sacrifices

We packed up this morning To go home I fit everything into my suitcase except Two biscotti So I ate them No thanks are in order I took it for the team.

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Comedy Heaven

Animated bodies, chortling death eager funny gods hammered into jokes karma laughs mucho nothingness offers punchlines quivering rollicking shambles titters up visions whither Xanadu, you zombies.

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Praise Him

Praise my dead father gone thirteen years now time for anger to subside forget he never said I was pretty stop being wistful when women talk about being daddy’s girl. he had many good qualities: smart, hardworking, uncomplaining generous, forgiving, … Continue reading

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I Ate Too Much

sushi tonight stomach is big like Buddha mind is Confucius feet have wiggly Taoisms fingers full of parables lucky knees knocking Shinto splinters, bless me eyes Shiva with seaweed suffering I mean stuffering holy moly gaslight. I ate tuna rolls … Continue reading

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I Was a Grasshopper

In a previous life not very prestigious you used to be a fucking Southern debutant and once the king of England Insect and aristocrat I rose you fell We meet in the humble middle a muddle You ask if I … Continue reading

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Pugly

What’s in it for me Snarls the dog nasty as hell I ain’t gonna do shit just to be nice I ain’t ice I’m warm blooded hot blooded ready by twice I gotta get My pound of sweat My ton … Continue reading

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I Was Harried

out the garden by spiders and crawling folksies, me squatting crosslegged by the bee balm wearing catscratch outfit sunhat deadheading flowers digging clover brilliant overhead birds talking geese on another side of the lake, I dozed off by hypnotic insects … Continue reading

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Art of Randomness

gardens of flowers I don’t recognize although I must have planted them all, some year or another: not as if they got here by themselves; perhaps I was at a sale and picked a chancy bulb, a likely looking leafy … Continue reading

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When I Am Awake

In the middle of the night Izzy the cat sits and meows at me; she sounds like I feel. I make soothsome noises; she keeps calling, wants me to open the front door even though there is a fine cat … Continue reading

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Sporting Life

My husband has taken up knife throwing, All our trees have giant wooden targets roped to trunks pretending it is an art installation I am pursuing the sport of poetry throwing aim sestinas into the lake, six points for each … Continue reading

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