Braille

Braille

lately my mind is a dreamy soup Yours, polished rosin. I stand grey as a doorway To embody sleep my chance to mishear when you…

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Dry Day

Dry Day

The date was 27 June. Or it may have been 28th. I’m not sure. But this took place at a time when I was still…

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Exiled at Home

Exiled at Home

I find it amusing, yes when people refer to their nation as the Mother Land. My mother’s land is not mine. I have no claim…

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The Sway

The Sway

  In Ecuador I keep seeing a trace of 17th Century handcarts known, at one time, to have carried Confucius.  But now we’ve come to…

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His Death: Part I

His Death: Part I

took my arm and said something about MRSA climbed into a sitting position took on his own half-assed-half-lotus “I had an axe and a wife….

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Am I Now I?

Am I Now I?

Change the way you think you’re escaping toward the blue and fuzzy, bleeding into a wash. [Ask me not to say it.] Awake from the…

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Nothing is Ever Destroyed

Nothing is Ever Destroyed

I wanted to stay in that little town with you The one with all the chickens And the movie house on fire Late at night…

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The Ballad of Maher’s Skin Cancer

The Ballad of Maher’s Skin Cancer

When he told her that Dr. Kahn said he had skin cancer because over the years he had refused to wear a hat, sat too…

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