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“Thence up he flew, and on the Tree of Life, / The middle tree and highest there that grew, / Sat like a cormorant.” John Milton The cormorant finds me walking aloneand dives right intakes over my left ventricleand changes my blood into salt waterI feel held for the firstContinue Reading

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I was riding a blind horse down the center of town Horns honked Women screamed Men heehawed mouths wide open– all I could see is calamity; the horse saw nothing, followed the guidance of my gentle nudge of the reins on his neck showing him his way home after cashingContinue Reading

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Billy was a good Christian as he walked to school. Billy had been a good Christian all weekend and for the last four years since his mom let him get baptized at the tender age of 7. He was glad to have direction in his life and he carried God’sContinue Reading

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Slow pearl bodyA gleam under waterEven the dog pausesTo consider thatYou are aliveNow you are aliveMoving in slow circlesAround the pondAnd we are alive watchingYou in your ignorant beautyExist so hardThe trees bend downAnd elsewhere the oceanPulls itself toward yourGlow in the park’s sinkWhere sickness is nowhere nearYour milky scalesThatContinue Reading

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Under a canopy of blue sky A light breeze lifts the new leaves on summer trees. Flocks of blackbirds season the backyard Like pepper cloves sprinkled randomly on a green earth.   A flurry, a swirl charging the mix to flight. and silence falls as if they were never there.Continue Reading

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Her white treble hooks hook hearts;  a cat must dice, ever since the vegan lion was disparadised   Lil’ Red-in-Tooth, dear kitty preening,  comes clawed and fond of cleaving     Fond of me  in a dish    With eyes moon-round, the Egyptian queen,  like Mephistopheles, springs out      O,Continue Reading

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Sundays we take Mikey to the zoo to fuck with the monkeys. We dress him like a monkey and lean him on the glass. You’ll never be as smart as me, says Mikey. No matter what you think, you’ll never think like I think, he says. The baboon sits onContinue Reading

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Sun contemplates the language of landscape at twilight as a thread of light encircles the horizon.   The calm orb slides down its nightly path pulls the silken imaginary curtain                                         Continue Reading

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Fox Paolo and Fox Francesca sidewinding up the coop,  Tossing their sashes in the grass, under woody smooth breeze-blowing dusk.  Full moon of heavy feeding, jammy scoops;  Lop-eared hiccups in chicken lipstick of chicky juice.    We William-Tell-Overture off with a coiled rattlesnake shot!   I, you, hunt the koklassContinue Reading

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A small group of fishermen tend a dock. The fishermen know everything that goes on in our town. The fishermen sit around skinning fish, and dwelling on Benjamin Carson. It’s not right that a boy is born so awful, says the first fisherman, holding a knife in the eyes ofContinue Reading