Category Archives: serial

poetry published in serial linked parts

thinking below ground

Late in the day when the whether has resolved into the done and can’t be returned for a refund, and complaining is still tiresome as teenage logic, and achievement seems like magic, I sit down here in my subterranean office … Continue reading

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Auto Car Wash

In 1943 when I was a kid of exactly six my aunts took my sister and me and my silly-because-I’m-on-a-holiday mother to the amusement park at Ocean City New Jersey USA. Whatever we did cotton candy and salt water toffee … Continue reading

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tin ceiling

In Firenze, we stayed in wonderful upstairs sun-washed rooms with a marble bathroom not the kind that is glued on wood over drywall but the kind that was built one fitted stone at a time on the limestone base of … Continue reading

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