yellow granite

November afternoon flows through open windows like music.
The slender brown cat lounges in a rectangular pool of sunlight,
grinning and scoping the room with one ear that faces any sound.
A woman’s laugh splashes up from Continue reading

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steel blue

November dawn hangs against the window like wet hair.
Arising has become a wrestling match with the sheets,
involves dis-entangling, rolling, pivoting, seeking balance,
defying gravity’s hooks into joints and eyesockets.
The cold knuckle of the wind Continue reading

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prescription

I have been noticing the delicate dusty webbing
drifting near the fluorescent light, filling the corners
in the spaces between self and the books below.
All manner of details arise: static on phone calls,
the whine of my computer fan, looming deadlines;
certain memory and judgment skills, names, math.
These and other details Continue reading

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