Posts from ‘September, 2009’

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winter down
smoothed and unfolded
    to air

A Study in Symmetry

A Study in Symmetry

Alone With Her Cats

Alone with her cats Nora addresses them while she studies the telly. What rubbish! What trash! Those people! Tsk, tsk!

The cats attend Nora with equal dissatisfaction.

Before falling, Archangel Tveriel– Nora calls her Fluffermuffin– would have seared the fat from her bones. Now she thinks, there are worse hells.

Allegory of the Wasp

Beyond the window shade, shadows
        shift, shapes bend

Sting, antennae, wing veins, twitching
        abdomen

I try to decide on which side
        the wasp crawls

Its silhouette slips as it flips
        through a hole

On the screen
    the wasp draws itself
        awkward lines

Thrill Kill

Jack and Jill first thrilled to kill when they impaled their father.

Mum died next. As you’d expect, they swore, “Let’s see to each other.”

Jack fell down on a garden trowel, not once or twice–but thrice–while dear Jill mistook her pills, tumbling into the hereafter.

Rip Van Winkle’s Dream

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string weathered silver tone clattered cylinders

string weathered
silver tone clattered
    cylinders

I Hate Being A Vampire

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The Book of Recursion

On weekends Otto reads. His recliner tilts back like the cradle of an astronaut prepared for liftoff. A beer bottle stands erect as a rocket on the table beside him. He blows a continuous plume of smoke as he works through the pack of cigarettes he will smoke. When hungry he microwaves a few dogs and sets a bag of chips between his legs. He carries his paperbacks with him to the bathroom and sits at length, not rushing anything. Only when Darla comes home from work does he stop. He places a finger between the pages to ask about her day. He listens patiently until Darla slips away to the coffee maker. He begins reading. –read more–

Hungarian Dulcimer

A Hungarian dulcimer hangs above the lintel. It’s said that travelers stained by blood will produce a dour note. Such people are always welcomed with mead and sent to restful beds.

A spacious pillow awaits their heads. As always the innkeeper departs through the rear door.

His hounds sing brightly.