Category Archives: Other

Observation

The letter S is not a fact. You sat in your car at the local park. You had parked there to get in some work, to bridge a gap between meetings. The computer gaped on your lap, blank.

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How the West Wins

A stone’s throw from Rendezvous Road a cabin crouches into itself, walls rolled in and ridgepole crushed. But dust beneath the roof is dry—

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Connections

After ecologist Monica Gagliano Six months she swam in the sea, immersed in a school of fish. The tiniest things, they would come to study her as well.

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Pisces Betas

after Dan Brown Tails flare out and flash about Fins aloft are not so soft

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Watchmen at Midnight

After Night Watch, photograph by Jack McLeod The fire lookout belches light like the furnace stoked to consume Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego. Say their names. Yes, say them.

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Email Exchange Upon a
Rescheduling of Rooms

after William Carlos Williams i. This is just to saythere will be noplums in the kitchen

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What Makes My Clothes Fall Off

With no apologies to Joe Nichols’ “Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off” Poems don’t stomp a country beat To make you tap your booted feet They aren’t equipped with catchy hooks Adorned by cowboys’ flashy looks Repeated ’til your brain-root … Continue reading

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Frames of Reference

          The world of computers is          governed by the hexadecimal,          where the count of finger          and toes is expressed as 1416.

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A Shell of a Life

for my Guinevere The beach is littered with a thousand shards hints of pink and purple wave upon wave of white

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Inconceivable

   It’s very simple dialectics. One through nine,    no maybes, no supposes, no fractions.    Dialectic logic is there’s only love and hate,    you either love somebody or you hate them.          ~The Photojournalist, Apocalypse Now! I think he was thinking of dichotomous

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