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Acceptable in thy sight could mean anyone. I am transforming. Watch that dog on the corner with the luscious coat of rust. It could be me. A crow screeching murder …
Acceptable in thy sight could mean anyone. I am transforming. Watch that dog on the corner with the luscious coat of rust. It could be me. A crow screeching murder …
The body captures the rhythm. A kind of lilt to the step. Never a tread. You are looking for ladders to the world. Hooks. Sometimes it is like holding on …
for Evan They dragged his ’57 Chevy up to the line. One quarter mile. All he had to do was pound that sucker till …
Happy, happy, happy cry the words on the page. Cry the random persons walking your life. Some wear mourning or is it the five crows silent in the tree. Ask …
Don’t build fires on the beach. Don’t swim while impaired. Don’t cook food. Don’t say anything at all to the seagulls. Don’t forget to call your mother. Don’t tempt fate. …
The house creaks under foot like old leather, like two sheets of plastic rubbed together. Or a bad violin. Who is that running up and down stairs? Perhaps it is …
I am always moving to California on the 12th of every month. I am taking every single thing with me that needs sun. Cats. Music. Medical marijuana. Don’t try to …
White cat rests in the sun, still life of impossible beauty. The world comes to him again. It spins his head in sapphire. Grace after grace. Geese riding the air …
A white cat quiet as God follows the sun around the room. China eyes and a tongue like hickory bark. Moonbeam, shaft of light, why have you chosen us? I …