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Oye, Hermano:  Ode To My Unknown Half-Brother Oye, hermano, We share the stuff of life; In us flows the destinies of madness And abuses most sharp:   Self-abuse, self-abasement, Self-abnegation, self-aggrandizement, Self-atonement.   We are mad with missile crises,  And … Continue reading →

A Rare Delectation He woke up with the Spinners’ “I’ll Be Around” spinning in his head.  He had this dream 1,822 times since seeing their performance on that Saturday morning in 1973.  The gold and ruddy light of it.  The … Continue reading →

cored i went to the well and saw jesse floating there her eyes frozen on the concrete sky above arms splayed at her side gently lapping in the blackness   her eyes were stone gray   i went to the … Continue reading →

birds of prey I.  Turbulence As his flight boarded he finished the bottle of Malbec in the airport bathroom.  Someone brusquely shook the stall door a third time and walked away.  The sound of flushing urinals, toilets and hand dryers … Continue reading →

Epigraph in Ekphrasis: Or more stories about C-sections   i. I would like this poem  to be an envoy — Bearing a gap-toothed smile between sharpened incisors…   ii. “Remember, you can’t be denied.  Everyone hides.  Where is this little … Continue reading →

  Violet Bathroom Dictator He is the violet Bathroom dictator; king of the plastered Hairspray combover.   He is fall October turning chill at 10:09 p.m.; a smoldering  Ruin, abandoned house burnt.   He is tornadic  Aftermath, roiling clouds receding; … Continue reading →

mini-flashes o’ funk The Father   The sun cut a slice of light into his head — the effulgence of stellate light streaming in through the top of the window blinded him — at the very moment the bullet fragmented … Continue reading →

(my short film monday lagniappe for you… take 3 minutes out of your life) Walls You believe… Calypso…   In rising seas, In openings, closings,   In walls to protect him; The journey no longer as important    As the … Continue reading →

  Burn the Witch (from 30 Stories in 30 Songs) He sat eating what he thought was the best chicken noodle soup he’d ever had.  It was chock full of carrots, translucent slivers of onions, noodles, and hearty chunks of … Continue reading →

wish you were here, the insects are legion The dust, the arid heat, the vexillologists.  None of that made any sense there.  It was a tropical rainforest last year when we booked, and the defoliation and climate change left the … Continue reading →