Monthly Archives: February 2021

Visiting Grandma in the Nursing Home

Someday I will drop by the old place, sentiment full, see grandma smelling like darling sachet tucked in her lady bosom mixed with scented powder creased against crepe. She will feebly ask, I imagine, for a prize, a China lamb … Continue reading

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Fishing Season

Is this the end of the line? So sorry. Didn’t mean to cut inside your vital soft parts. Accident I assure You know I make way for ladies and gentiles. Just wait, I will sweep the floor with my Yiddish … Continue reading

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My Computer Speaks to Me

I have created a computer language called EXTRA because I am not BASIC. It goes like this: if A is true then the bright sun gives off little heat though it makes you sweat; ergo if B is false the … Continue reading

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I Met Little Lulu

when I was five in Deafie’s cramped candy store around the corner from where I lived in the Bronx shadowed by the rattling El. We called him Deafie because he was deaf. I myself was called four-eyes. It was a … Continue reading

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Numbers Game

I can count on my fingers all the occasions you crisscrossed dick-faced lied to me that is if I had eight arms like an octopus or Kali. I was counting on you coming through, you no-account bastard and now I … Continue reading

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Soletude

Put on them soft soul shoes baby you know you want to dance with me. At the fish store yesterday I bought a pound of gray sole — you know sole is a flat around fish who wavers along the … Continue reading

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In a Vision

I bought a stuffed creature today in a vision Cat swats like a storybook animal in a vision Sometimes a cat toy is only a hollow thing with feathers Sometimes it is a five hundred page novel in a vision … Continue reading

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Provincetown Ekphrasis

It scared the shit out of me, the thought of running my fingers across the crass abs of those Greek gods straight out of 1970, with their pornstaches and tight pants, scared me so much I backed away, not me … Continue reading

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Add Venturing to My List of Skills

I am sick of winter a season redolent of cat piss and skeletons where devil trees flay the ground humped with snow and spiked with moonish icicles I spool on my boots open the shudders whining frozen tears venture my … Continue reading

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