One of her dime-a-dozen lovers probably beat her. That’s why she split. Who knows.   Took her car, a beat-up old Chevy, and headed north pass Malibu.   Maliboo? That’s right. Somewheres up there she’s got herself a hideaway of some sort.   Used to go on and on about it— big cherimoya sun […]

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  That look ahead is winding down slowly as what I thought was faith I find is hope.    Last night I heard a lizard scream— no bigger than a minute-hand— caught in a web of dust.   Only I could have set it free. I did what I had  to do.   Today, now, […]



  In the year of nectar: rich neck kisses. Soothing songs we played, didn’t we? And you said it was possible to never really die.   God, but the sun was warm that year, the juice sweet, the loving fair. We didn’t need encores then, did we? And you said it was impossible  to ever […]

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  No. Do not touch me. Let me be. Let me go on as your rhinestone window lady.   When the Santa Anas blow and your hammock tangles in the trees, I’ll still be here at my window, sweetmeats in taffeta. As I raise the black nightshade, my eyes will search the pandemonium— for you, […]

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There where the sideoats grama grew They stepped, hand-in-hand, as the chief And his sister and the tribe had done two hundred Years before, up river, up on the bluff.   A wall of rocks directed the buffalo Over the cliff, the San Saba waiting As only a river can do, while One lone heron […]

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  The clouds went one way. Black birds went the other. Why must we bother to record the days when all that comes and comes undone goes forth without any aid. Calendars of other years were torched and set a-sailing. This should be the way of all yesterdays. This could be the way to the […]

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  Capillaries. Organelles. Multi-nucleate fibers. These are a few of our favorite things… And a few of the things we’re made of. All of us. Every single last one of us. That is, if you’re human. A miracle. That’s what it is. Aorta. Ligaments. Microvilli and villi. Lymph ducts. Scapula. Stratum germinativum. Biology. It’s the […]

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  If I could trace it out full and sure— an index finger’s worth— I most assuredly would.   If I could call it out in an opera of elephants, gray and wide— I certainly would.   To dribble it out, to dabble about on the viola and let it hang its whites on a […]

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