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I Wonder How They Do It

Posted on September 24, 2007 by John

I wonder how they do it: save their sins for Saturday, when the sirens at their honky-tonks, their claws attached to whiskey-rocks or draft beer cold enough to freeze a witch’s tit, sing out the same familiar song. I know … Continue reading →

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Allness of Everything: alcaics

Posted on October 15, 2005 by John

In seeking out the allness of everything (a journey full of critical posturing that makes our baggage less intrusive) listening silently guides each footfall. Each minute’s chat, each garrulous dialogue, that nervous banter drowning the emptiness of what the world … Continue reading →

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Sometimes a phrase

Posted on June 24, 2005 by John

Sometimes a phrase, or single word, will prompt a poem. How absurd to think that there is some great plan on my part; so few understand how unlike following a chart this process is. There is no start or end … Continue reading →

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undertown

Posted on July 30, 2004 by John

in the undertown around the middle earthen jars the senseless struggle: i shall be released from this before the current pulls me undertown, around the rooting rockets way before the dawn of timing, when our cultured throats scream out so … Continue reading →

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America, I know your secret

Posted on April 29, 2004 by John

America, I know your secret: there is no deep intellectual struggle fermenting in your collective mind — that’s for the coasts to sort out amongst themselves, with their isolationist disdain for solidarity, thinking that beyond the Holland Tunnel, above the … Continue reading →

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