Category Archives: lotus eaters

about people who are not facing the here and now, but have to be there and then on cell phones and ipods

sleeping beside the giant

he throws his reeking bones to our back yard when he stands and yawns and stretches the ground shakes and our masonry cracks birds stay away and the woods are silent no foxes prowl the neighbourhood nor racoons he empties … Continue reading

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hair

on tv her hair is a billowing golden mystery I don’t know how she moves or sleeps is her head preserved in stasis at night or on a closet shelf why would anyone live like that or does she?

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Trattoria Ristorante

loud and happy seven eager relatives settle around the tablecloth red and white checks wine glasses, steins bread, bruschetta calamari, hearts of palms pasta, sauce, cheese, pepper conversations, laughter toasts, teasing, family, stories we know stories we don’t know people … Continue reading

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