Category: Fiction
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After Jabberwocky, The Desert, May ’20
Were an errant wind to blow Down a scaping rag and bluffer Your twin ‘ttached poles up kingdom come Thereby to escarp your virgin (undeflowered) Holdfast and profit, – If such a gust should contravene, ‘Gainst all contrariwise indications and plans, Laid best as they may be, And, knowing you, I know how bestly they…
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Popping Goldenrods, On the Road, May ’20
Try it for yourself, Now. I’d tell you to do it “at home,” but You can’t, so go get in a car, get it up to speed. 60 will do. Ready? Then let fall your brimming skull, loose From their fasts those stalwart neck muscles of yours. Hmm. Maybe in your case, a heavy-browed Praxiteles…
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Math man, Home, Apr ’20
‘From Conjecture to Confirmation,’ he titled his section, Proudly, swimmingly, in a state of flow. Out there the grass grew unchallenged, out there he could not Use his familiar scalpels to dissect sociality. When inequalities fail, cast the problem into topology, he was taught, Taught taught taught. And now he squats low Over a desk…
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Treefall, King’s Canyon, CA, Sep ’19
Treefall came duskly, and with it, adjustment like The reading of a will. Nature deeded the grasses prerogative, And pioneer mosses gathered upon one flank, there to sow in fallow flesh. The waters of allocation flowed to increasing size, by their love inviting the beetles An examination, and boring, then the quails who found gaps…
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Mockingbirds, Home, Apr ’20
Make of me a new man in your image, mockingbird. I swear Fidelity to your cause, constancy in ideology. I want to trill The Babel tongues and hear your new stories. Where did you say I could find your mother, and hers? Chart me a course, And my own southwestern discovery I will defy, You…
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The Book of Disquiet, after Plath, Home, Apr ’20
I am here now, sixscore pages of gobbledygook that a languorous Aristocrat of Lisbon spat up goutily. Cheery scholastikoi All of a type rescued my mewling corpus, reaffixed a spine And deeded me even a face, the kind chaps. So lay I here upon my softwood rock, stealing glances, Letting the day’s percussive drawer-pulls Lullay…
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Untucked, Home, Apr ’20
The pocket my feet came to rest within Is no longer with us, I probe, Cul artlessly ripped from sac. Now my toes obtain cooler air, Abseiling with unimpeachable trust in their belays. Now I reshoulder this gleaner’s bag and keep picking, Fearful of the fall. The blanket, so carefully lain to start the night,…
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Crater Lake, OR, Dec ’19
As to vector fields and iron filings rustle The breeze-propell’d wavelets, uncountable Upon this body so expansive. Perhaps You could palpate the troubled surface as Though it were the leaves of a mille-feuille Unsheaved like a dealer’s cards. Take a step, And ponder containing so much, Extending your consciousness in long fingers To this face,…
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The Hound and the Mistress Sound, Jan ’20
The veterinarian, Dr. March, grabbed the dog’s long-haired ears and pulled them out to either side. So doing, he and the poor creature looked briefly like twinned ice dancers. But the enthusiasm was plainly lacking in the dog’s face; his anxious stomach saggier and hanging low to the ground, his ragged breaths which might normally…
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Rivers and Waters, Jan ’20
The first surprise you get as a resident of New York concerns its waters. Twin rivers clasping hands to the south, forming the bay which was of great import to Hamilton, and Cornwallis, and maybe John Jacob Astor, but which now holds for most the same attractiveness as an unfunny mural. Barrel-chested Hudson over yonder…
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