RSSArchive for November, 2013

Nov

28

A Winter Poem

A Winter Poem The old man likes winter because in his blood it’s snowing, the fun he once had sledding cemetery hill, dodging tombstones in the fading light, the taste of snow curled up in tiny balls upon his scarf, the long lost sight of throwing snow balls in the coming night at people or […]

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Nov

24

Malchus…the Informer

Malchus fatter than a Roman sow, as ill-humored, Gracious Caiaphas… this idea that one man should perish to spare his nation, little more than ruse to preserve his own trough, see how modern pols galore feed off this very trough in up dated ways, now more than ever… Malchus, trusted Malchus, loyal honest Malchus brings […]

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Nov

20

You’ll like this one… On or About Sunday Morning

On or about Sunday Morning I say: Wallace Stevens We are told there is a jar in Tennessee upon a hill there is a jar there a jar somewhere on a hill In this jar are bits of life, some cells, Darwin’s creatures spawned spontaneously. We are told these bits of life are father to […]

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Nov

17

Sit here, i think you’ll like it, on this page for a while….Sitting

Sitting She is sitting on her hands on the outer banks of her inner thighs listening to wind from past whispers, lies in tones that would scatter her like sands away, waiting for seasons to come or rains to fall with sounds like water rushing over coral… the isolated bell she remembers in distance pushing […]

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Nov

13

more bombshell than poem?…. If, Not so Much If

If, Not so Much If If you set up a thousand numbered accounts that sent on line by computer monthly, irregular amounts under a hundred to our candidate’s thousand local depositories, coming in you’d have real money, millions in the accounts, enough to unseat anybody.. Doesn’t require imagination to know where all that dough is […]

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Nov

10

Not Every Death….please read….

Not Every Death Not every death can have a birth to dwell upon in waiting… nor sits it in the belly of a whale three days celebrating abstinence and prayer nor will it be a joyous darkness one moment before dawn forsakes the sky with light, nor makes for cleansing. Not every death is water, […]

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Nov

10

a little revisit to Jack London…. Stoking Coal

Stoking Coal stoking coal with lumberjacks from Northumberland.. the cabin hot, tattoos flexing sweat in dim flicker the air: coal dust and horse piss some pipes somewhere bust out on calm water; our boat a sitting duck, at standstill we wait around for sandwiches and beer, as fires die down the cabin darkens till engineer […]

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Nov

3

Oatmeal…. bombshell coming Tues

Oatmeal would you rather, the perfect bowl of oatmeal or turtle soup extraordinaire? while you spare the time you need to make up your mind we’ll fill the air in your kitchen with filet of sole, bacon, onions and dill for the chowder you’ll concoct let it simmer on the side for later makes all […]

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