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Monday, December 26, 2011
Bundled Christmas trees
outside Flatbush grocery
yellow cabs flash past
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Like a blind man’s sight
rain patters across rooftops tracing an outline
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Rain thrashes briefly
then quiets to a whisper
like memory’s pulse
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Rain hits suddenly
as if to a stricken land
someone smiles in sleep
Thursday, December 8, 2011
The Braille of raindrops falls on all our blind faces nothing to read here
Saturday, December 3, 2011
A flesh-pink half moon last mist left after the storm both dissolve away
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Sunday, November 27, 2011
STARVED HOUSES
The groundwork has been laid; the drywall, the mortar, the pestle. The frame is sound. It will stand. It will give us this day, minus the bread, and forgive us the trespasses we make against ourselves. We are less than whole within these walls, we lay down and expect the leveling. We are the wasp’s thirst, dry as rain that doesn’t know another drop exists, we are stronger than the storm that hasn’t come yet.
THE DEAD ARE THIEVES, TOO They’ll pick your pocket clean, like that Ozark you left by the river. How many times do I have to talk to you? ...
CIVILIZATION AND ITS’ DISCONNECTS Turn off your computer. I know, I know. I will cease to exist. I will return to my cave of shadows, ha...