for the 13th time i’ve looked at the time glowing back from the phone that never sleeps and speaking of never sleeping neither do i well let’s not exaggerate i sleep but not much as you with marauding fingers hungry tongue snake out from wherever you are to here exploring all those places soft mountains... Continue Reading →
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We wait for a table. I watch them,To pass the time. I bet they neverDreamed they’d end up here.They move as if someone pulledThe plug. Eyes hanging musical notes,Claws miniature boxing gloves,The rumor is they mate for life.Snapped up out of a cove in Maine,How they once scuttled alongThe murky dark Atlantic shore,To the salty... Continue Reading →
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1.My mother and I sit at her kitchen table. Our coffee cups glow in lateafternoon light. My father, sweaty from yard work, snores in his living roomchair. Perhaps it is the smell of cut grass filling the house. She tells me howFrench Moroccan soldiers marched through her village after Germanysurrendered. They were given one day... Continue Reading →
Under the red Christmas tree,she arranges a communion of saints.In the DMV line,a communion of saints: two teenagers in love.A communion of saints,electric with purpose,heads for lunchon noon Michigan Avenue sidewalks.Through his Vietnam memoriesfloat awkwardly a communion of saints.After Lane Tech football, in the parking lot,a communion of saints— jammed in the CTA subway car,in... Continue Reading →
Enough! The cacophony of barks rollingfrom yard to yard to yard is reprehensibleand my only–dogs-can-hear whistlefrom Amazon can’t silence the din.You abandon them – chew on that! –when you’re off to work or browsingin the mall and I’m left with Antoniahowling her anxiety, Beaureguardtaunting errant squirrels, and Percyrunning amok beneath parked cars.Don’t tell me you... Continue Reading →
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In subtraction,if the top digit is less thanthe bottom one, you borrowfrom the next digit to getthe correct answer. Thiswas my parents’ way,grabbing from a fight the night beforeand carrying it into the next dayto arrive at the necessary amount ofdiminishing returns in their marriage,an indelible haunting whenmy brother and I grew up.Later in life I... Continue Reading →
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