Monthly Archives: September 2007

medium darling

Medium darling: watches the boob toob, listens to music, never tries thinking takes all the hype, like somebody’s children. Is he this stupid, or is he naive? Medium darling listens to pundits talking the talk, like pieces of would clunking … Continue reading

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The eternal pain: joints grating, silent pockets, prayers unanswered, shoe souls instead of rockets— is Orpheus the only exit? Next it’s the music played into the beat; retreat into the white haze, the days of smoke-induced dimension in-tensions which filter … Continue reading

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on the scent

Sometimes, writing a poem is like trying to reconstruct who or what has been in a room by examining the various scents that linger there: her bath soap the dog’s earthy trail zest of bacon and chedder cheese fumes from … Continue reading

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