Monthly Archives: September 2022

Forgiveness

I keep track of every insult each theft of peace or piece of slight and sleight of cheating heart at night I lie in bed counting sins like sheep slung over Masada to their death to lie a crumpled panting … Continue reading

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Broken

Broke in spirit Broken hearted Stub your toes oh my god you cry It’s broke Dead broke, pockets turned inside out God you hate broken things turn away the cracked Haul everything else back To shattered claptrap cots Lined up … Continue reading

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Don’t Ever Say

you are traveling your last road–among glorious sparks of Yiddish past particle, atomic moments ahead, I see this group or that sect or some spurious soul do a thing so notorious and yet who recalls, wonders for one hour or … Continue reading

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He Doesn’t Stop

we’re socked in got a black eye all awhimper crouched away, stop I yell he punches the wall stop I beg he kicks the table leg the house shudders you have an anger management problem I say yes he responds … Continue reading

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Roots

My feet are firmly planted in today I don’t want to hear about floods in Pakistan Tornados in California Cancer Your miserable childhood Anyone’s ideas about the economy Turn off the news Shut up about the state of the nation … Continue reading

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Reminiscences

suppose you were shunted down an oubliette hurled into the fire trodden like a loaf of rye sixty something years ago you are currently old but ginkgo blossom girlish at the time in question circumstances of this injury were stinging, … Continue reading

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Inheritance

I have big plans involving early morning fog & secrets. * * * I was born in the Bronx. One day my father brought home an illustrated incunabulum. * * * My mother colored in the pictures, her blood for … Continue reading

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Shaggy Dog Story

Let me tell you a cautionary tale so abundant with standby pain and probable cause so stuffed with rich analogy & pointed comment that truffles go mad with hunt dancers tap in frenzy & lepers stalk the streets of Greenwich … Continue reading

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