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Take No Heroes Hotel
Everyone has reservations. A porch no one can describe wraps around its house—tightening, tightening. Hugs the footprint as a disciple of home is where you check in without a check-out time. Tin tile ceilings in the two-story lobby. A triangle … Continue reading
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems, Night Poems
Damage
She tells me to locate my anger—to let it spill onto your grave. Lost. No belief in the deconstruction myth plotting out how you hurt me. Did you? Did I you? Were you merely a tragic hero I fabricated to … Continue reading
Filed under Morning Poems, Overnight Poems
∞
Each time I pull out a calculator I feel that disapproving look outweigh your seductive glint. It doesn’t add up—nothing does since I discovered you were gone to the numbers bonfire beyond. And you’ve been monitoring the flame for years. … Continue reading
Filed under Morning Poems, Overnight Poems
Castaway Red
Tonight I steal the island. Tomorrow its sound. Never will remove the clay.
Filed under Night Poems, Overnight Poems
In Situ
Her nervous system’s high whine, his circulating blood a low hum, their silence won’t come the way they imagined under these rafters at dawn. This return to audible reality—a compulsion to let the breath be known—weighs on her as she … Continue reading
Filed under Morning Poems
Before He Died He Called Me a Star
fucker. The man who snores in a library coffee bar, or the man I can only hear through home stereo speakers—only see on screens—all strangers who grapple with their own mortality. I have mine. Not certain where the intersection lies. … Continue reading
Filed under Night Poems
The Other Inn
Mowrey’s Tavern, Cleveland House, Dunham House, Forest City House, Hotel Cleveland, Sheraton Cleveland, Stouffer’s Inn on the Square, Stouffer Tower City Plaza Hotel, Renaissance Cleveland Hotel at Tower City Center. Too many names spill over her memory of Public Square, … Continue reading
Filed under Morning Poems, Night Poems, Overnight Poems
Say the Word—Hotel
Hungover without a drink, journals are meant to be written— not read. Why does she keep them? Why toss them out? She could donate them to a sculptor who might rehab their pages into fiber and matter for a piece … Continue reading
Filed under Afternoon Poems
The Take No Heroes Hotel
Welcome to the inn where no reservations are taken, where possession is one quarter, obsession one more, the other half a lifetime spent designing the perfect room where relinquishment adorns each and every square foot of space to walk away … Continue reading
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems
Shape of Angels
If convening for each age and never laying down to die, if merely slipping into new clothes and never changing what they cloak, this famous convention would have stormed the Take No Heroes Hotel, would be resting in its suites … Continue reading
Filed under Day Poems
