Monthly Archives: October 2009

Illumination Night

Summer ignites itself Methodist style. Japanese  paper lanterns Noguchi might have made for Martha Graham’s last dance  alight the campgrounds, set the island aglow in pinks, oranges, yellows, fire-engine  red awash. A crowd gathers to mingle, a child may wander … Continue reading

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Day 2,031 (Outside the Hive)

The bees are dying. No one knows why. Saying hello as you roll away does nothing to clear away this rain.   The beekeeper rarely speaks, his voice cracks from disuse. I resist filling in his blanks. They are not blank, … Continue reading

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Natural Pause

It’s not going to kill me—this chemistry  experiment being performed inside the boundary between me and everything else. Unused.  Cessation. It gets erased gradually.

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So Utter

Sorrow as a second language, spoken there, taught here, she comes to get her education, to give back all she has. It’s yours,  if you can use it. She asks questions no one questions— answers upon answers erased from the … Continue reading

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Truth in Transport

Someone’s placed a photo of a boat on the side of a train. There are buses with bicycle racks on their grilles, people walking off  planes onto moving sidewalks. And there’s the pigeon foot I discover on a curb a … Continue reading

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What Wants to Be Found

Not marble, shale, leftover concrete, pieces of a letter her grandmother wrote the summer before she died.  An article on the history of Saint Anthony Falls, milling along the mighty river, grain refined into flour, torn photos revealing explosions  about … Continue reading

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No Rote

Entangled in a net of no one to blame’s making, I forget what I said yesterday  about this pier and its hurricane scars. About to begin another plunge into dense  deconstructions of choppy water. About to listen for those dirges … Continue reading

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Gargoyle or Caryatid

Crouched above you, she holds everything against the mantle and flicks  lit matches, narrowly escaping your exposed proud flesh. I could be  her before another renovation after rain.

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Loners Club

Each time I break this silence to join a conversation, I have to start  at the beginning again to learn what I’ve missed since the last  time I was human.

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Current

That was when they had the invisible fence. That was when you said I had a warm heart. All of you got it wrong.

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