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

pizza

tomato and mozzarella cheese pepperoni slices and anchovies melted together and baked on a huge spun disk of bread dough use to be pizza pie on Fridays in Toronto after work in 1961 before we married Rose and Dennis and … Continue reading

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Window

He came to the window beside me rubbing his tough hands on a red rag. “That’s a neat pattern of shadows on the snow,” I said, feeling poetic: “long parallel blue lines.” He stood, thoughtful, wary, perhaps of connecting to … Continue reading

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Horse

[I note that some of the longer lines spread a word or two a line down. The single words or short phrases by themselves in this piece belong to the lines above them. —r] They want to build a box … Continue reading

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