Category: Entertainment
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Dreaming of Beth
She descends from a crevasse in the grey mountain piercing infinity gaping holes in the space time continuum at the event horizon those eyes simply stop curving time bending strings of theory like a gentle harp penetrating chords of light expanding beyond the silence of neutrinos
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O’Hara
Love, be sick as I am sick.Hold the door for a stranger.Tell it to the chicken hawkone thousand miles away. Hesitate and let the wind pinchthat blanket of sawdust we lefton our patio. Who even rememberswhat we were trying to build? Lift me, as you lift the sky,and I will still choose to lay my…
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Agrestic Ditty
painted in red on a pasture gate ‘Welcome, townie, to this ground, Though the grass be hay and the hill rockbound, let the cowbells clang and the spring lambs play whenever, wherever, however they may.’
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Witless Witness
Out in Colorado, I lived on a ranch that I won in a poker game (that’s a story for another time). A broad stretch of land sloped along a mountain pass up high where the air is thin. Where the air has a chill, something nostalgic. There it sat. Two dogs came with it—to tend to…
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Barometer Leaking Brass
I have come to expect rain, torrential downfalls, the great big shrugs of old men who empty buckets into the streets. I have come to the point in a promise where eyes meet, and there is an injustice of silence between us: The part of the curtain that blocks the sky from this angle on…
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Smell of Snow
The smell of snow is hypnotizing. That stony rush of air that freezes tiny nose hairs upon impact. The sensation of the outdoors and rolling in cold. Standing on the steps of her Dad’s rig shack, a lease site in the distance, strewn with men hard at work, well-worn machinery, lifeblood of the ’90s. Barbie…
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The Desert of Dependence
I hike in to the Coachella foothills south in the desert of Palm Springs into a past with no memory. The desert has no memory. It is only wind, sand, sun and rock. The trail dives steeply into cragged boulders of granite, sandstone, quartz and eons of sand. How I have known these depths like…
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A Calm and Strange Uneasiness
The darkness which surrounds us completely bares our soul. Paul Valéry I wasn’t yet born when Paul Valéry wrote about the effects of starlight on people, Yet I too, feel strangely simplified. Tonight, the few glints between cloud and shadow above the buildings and billboards on the outskirts of Bangkok make me homesick for…
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Mother May I
She stands at the edge of the universe of herself, royalty on permanent loan from the city of Frederick. She adjusts the church spires in her crown and we side-saddle along the sidewalk in front of the art gallery where she hangs. Mother, daughter, queen, where have you been all my lives, but here? An…
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Blue Eye Sky
Fragments of sand sift through calloused toes raw with wrinkled scraps of yellowed memory. Cerulean sun on cue spinning surrealism like some Tanguy canvas stretched across eternity like your eyes white with splinters of big bang residue collected in caverns of expanding light.
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Under the Circumstances
The doorbell rang. I got up from my overstuffed chair, put King Lear down on the coffee table and peeked out the window. It was the mailman. “Well,” I thought, “service at last.” I opened the door. It was quite cool and raining slightly. To keep the chill out, I immediately invited the…
