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FALL
How lovely to imagine he fall.In many ways, how true is that word for the season?
And how the Bible has it in its very first chapter,Only beginning, and yet already there.
Things fall, their the last act of grace –Leaves, bright red in postcards...
Flyleaf
Of fairy tales and future fakes, We twist our limbs until they break
We force the fit of gown and gold We try to do as we are told
But all our stories lost their way And all our stories end today
We’ve had a sigh, a single pause We’ll start again with “once there was...
Buying Newspapers in the Evening
I buy the morning paper at night,close to midnight when the pavementsbreathe freely. I’m like a brisk walker aimingfor less calorie. Everything is availableon the net and I know I am buying history.I love taking walks, after buying what’s leftof the morning papers,...
Dale As I Explain to Him This Weird Thing Called Love
Is love visceral? Is love political?We elect emotions as tyrantsDictating the rest of our historyWhile I hold your hands gentlyWalking down the parliamentOf desire throbbing inside.Do you still believe in democracyOr are we doomed to fiasco?Listen to the waves inside my chestAs if...
Fritz and the Llama
Fritz and the llamaLive in the desert.Fritz waves Hi to a camel.The llama spits at it.“How rude!” says the camel.“She’s my sister,” says Fritz.Fritz and the llamaLive in the desert.Fritz drinks from an oasis.The llama spits at it.“How rude!” says the oasis.“She’s my...
Shadow in the Garden
(Thinking of my daughter on her first death anniversary)
It is a recurring thoughtAs lightsCast a shadowOn a familiar bookIn my gardenOn a restlessEarly morning.
What if she were alive todayIn the era of the unthinkable?
Would she have goneTo the pollsWith me and her sonNow...
