March 29, 2018
Hand print_sometime between time finding in time
no companionship beside that sudden unpredictable
minstrel; watching people walking gently insidevision like the ebb and flow of
some far tide and pigeons fall out of the sky patchworked on it
instead of fallingleaves.
March 28, 2018
He did look a bit like a council worker, that large 4WD, full-gloss and white,
intent in expression there in the driver’s seat, clipboard an imagined accessory.
I’d scoped him already, sitting, as I pulled into a squash of spilled potting mix
strewn in the muddy clay bene...
March 27, 2018
Age eleven I sang opera like a pro,
fifteen, I learned guitar, a la Joan Baez, and painted abstracts,
loved that boy from highschool.
Eighteen I quit antibiotics –
at the kitchen table, holding my head, what could fix my chronic sinusitis?
knowing somehow, there’d...
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