Category Archives: Boppin’

selling

It was too hot in the parking lot the need for shade was a case to be made with no respect for the architect She was hauling a black zippered nylon case on dinky wheels out of the Convention Centre … Continue reading

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finding a voice

It’s like pencil drawing: as long as you think you know what you are drawing it’s too easy, derivative, uninspired. If that happens and you don’t want to know, use your wrong hand your foot spit. Now, the writer has … Continue reading

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trance

birds fly from poets’ mouths like utterflies flowers pedal cool as icicles in fudge hours reign down swarming geese information Gee purse while cars follow their elegant memories liking little tows although worms home

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