Monthly Archives: November 2019

Waiting

The cat sat on the windowsill. She flicked her silken tail occasionally. She licked her wide face. She said, “No one is coming today.” I saw her green eye reflected. I felt her thick fur on my skin. “It doesn’t … Continue reading

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Inside Out

  I looked outside from within and saw, The colors of a chilled November fall, But within the color of the wall the same, And falling down the scale of light it came, The feeling of some long remembered afternoon, … Continue reading

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Helios Empty-Handed

What if I hear in cummings plight, a Solitary beat, a click of chamber, turned, Or deep within the whiskeyed night, say, Milton calling with hope metrical, spurned, Wait! Wait! It is the voice, only in the head, Voices, plural, … Continue reading

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Sonoma

The cold has a stillness, Kept in the red rouge, The stones weep slowly, Sun bakes their tears. Beauty has no surety, Nor warmth a guarantee, When sky of blue bends knee, To desert night’s eternity.

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For Jimmy

Light slunk slowly away from us, As though it lacked conviction, I pondered if we also held thus, In shadows cloaking each position, He, in black, guitar in hand, And I, a whiskey, similar hold, Time, our only background band, … Continue reading

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My Self is Out

“Let’s use our inside voice,” I overheard the mother say, Only to hear the child rejoice, Tiny voice rising anyway. “But I’m not inside, I’m out,” He said, almost in a shout, “A store IS inside, my sweet,” Soft voice … Continue reading

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Candy Girl

  Candy girl, come out and play, Can you come out today, We come together and see the sun, See the summer setting upon, All our magical time, Candy girl, I wonder how fine, Should the gold be spun, When … Continue reading

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