secret life of bats

Posted on November 11, 2009 by riverwriter

Hang quietly by your toes inside my walls;
twitter and scratch the itchy walls
as family needs outweigh privacy.
I wonder how you get upstairs:
do you glide at night around our
silent lamps, hoping for food?
Do you spend the day hooked
into our drapes, imitating part
of a flower pattern, Continue reading →

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art is an onion

Posted on November 10, 2009 by riverwriter

First, scribble on a page:
form the words with a pencil;
change everything often.

Then, see the faces and
gestures; hear the words
and smell the work; taste
the raw desires and fears:
get them all on the page.

Do it so often you can find
the perfect word Continue reading →

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playbook in time of pandemic

Posted on November 9, 2009 by riverwriter

1.
Situation: single doorway entrance
to busy clinic in time of pandemic.
Open door with gloved hand,
use football skills to dodge
or slip by approaching opponents.

2.
Situation: weekly meeting with
club executive in time of pandemic.
Sit near bottle of hand disinfectant Continue reading →

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