Monthly Archives: August 2009
Would Be Roadkill
Either these falls are shrinking or this river’s high. Traffic stops for you when you no longer trust. You’re walking across blind spots, a stone embankment and swerve to tease the dead. You have predicted you would join those left-handed … Continue reading
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Leaving Hoosierland
A moving walkway is coming to an end, begin here where passing through is an industry. Will I speak to strangers, you ask no one. I will not use horizontal escalators to get what I want, you state plainly—rural routes … Continue reading
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Gardening at Night Cinquain
A clue you are digging your own grave in the dark— this dirt under your fingernails exposed.
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Before Swimming Season
For MJ A duck nest beside an unpumped pool, debris-laden, a feathered inn. A feline banquet surrounds the swill, the outdoor plumber’s late again. An expansive tarp buckles in the mix, ducklings gone from view, a child slips. Three sisters … Continue reading
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Vinyl
Realizing with relief she can’t hug a voice, she is safe from self-harm.
Heights (Day 2,304)
And I know I will die. It could be now. How will I lift this foot? And I don’t, and I do. Stairs to an elevated pedestrian bridge over nine lanes of highway. The linking flight between two floors within … Continue reading
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Washington Avenue South
Before the street made sense, became a boulevard with flower beds and urban strength trees, she entered the roadhouse to seep into wood. To be the end. It is gone. She is not. Up the long block—a lengthening stretch of … Continue reading
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Mount
Glass poems collect dust in a case that used to hold taxidermy fodder. It could be her head (not the stuffed bird’s) this time that flies off—this night could be the one she witnesses outside first before locking herself back … Continue reading
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