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At the bookstore

At the bookstore yesterday two young punks with their parents came in as I was going out; they were festooned with spiky hair, spiked bracelets and Doc Martens, and t-shirts both bleached clean and pressed, brand new, although the bold … Continue reading

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Children of the Garden

Rooted from the garden of our innocence Cut down crosstown, cross time Casting your petals, careless, wind-borne, spilt from your cup like wine Do you, can you, remember it, locked in those vases on the mantle? Is there something that … Continue reading

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Remembering July in New Orleans

The minutes drag and slow to just a crawl, their tired legs turned rubber, and their hands, so used to crisp precision, mime a drawl that stretches seconds out like rubber bands. Each sound becomes a dopplered wave, each sigh … Continue reading

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Concerning Past and Present Loves

Concerning K. I cannot say it came as much surprise There always was a kind of fuzz that lingered in her eyes And anyway, the games you play get serious enough Without the threat of psychopathy breaking all your stuff … Continue reading

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Random Thoughts from Gulfport Mississippi

Along the coast, the wind was steady, giving the trees that stood two or three hundred yards back from the shore the chance to continue, with their low rustling, the rhythmic chant of the gulf against the sand. Youngsters, in … Continue reading

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History Lessons

Well, my mom is visiting for a few days, having driven 2,500 miles on a cross-country jaunt to see not only me, but my sister in Tennessee, uncles and cousins in Cincinnati, the farm in Forest and then friends in … Continue reading

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Homestead Elegy: a quintilla

A quarter mile back down the lane paved with loose stone and bits of brick, past three tall trees that still remain after ten years almost the same, though at their bases weeds grow thick, a wood frame house, its … Continue reading

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