Monthly Archives: February 2015

My Country – Lent Ten

Even in the heat he wears a tie a red white & blue rep and a clean white shirt In the cooler weather there’s always an American flag on the lapel of his coat My God, he loves this country! … Continue reading

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Licking Wounds – Lent Nine

The coyote has no idea why he licks the wound on his leg It is not a conscious thing he does and he only licks the wound when he’s not running When he stops running he licks the wound Compulsively … Continue reading

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The Doe – Lent Eight

The doe big as a buck still as held breath is watching me not 10 feet to the left Her eyes huge black holes unblinking in the early light I stop mid-stride mid-breath She does not bolt She does not … Continue reading

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The Road – Lent Seven

The road this morning is dry although the winter grass is still wet with the night’s dew I walk along the edge of the pavement between the man made lanes and the thin winter stubble I keep the white line … Continue reading

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Ice Cubes – Lent Six

The ice cubes in the bottom of the glass have melted Funny how they do that! Four ice cubes Two ounces of bourbon And once again half-an-hour later the ice’s melted the glass is empty It’s a mystery! The old … Continue reading

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Runners – Lent Five

He seems to be running in a dream Confused at the point of waking about whether it’s a running toward or a running from something someone Perhaps in his sleeping like in his living it is neither Perhaps he simply … Continue reading

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Code – First Sunday in Lent

There’s a scrap in my wallet The torn off corner of a piece of unlined paper creased cross-ways On it in fading gray ball-point a number no name no address just a phone number I can’t remember whose it is … Continue reading

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Collision – Lent Four

A collision at the intersection of Main & Market More than just any collision A lawyer from the high-rise in his new Carrara just got T-boned by the Fish Truck the Porsche bleeding antifreeze and Castrol into the pool spreading … Continue reading

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Neon Light – Lent Three

In the neon light of a Friday at midnight she’s hanging just hanging round down at the corner down from the tavern waiting waiting still just waiting and wondering weary in her wondering Is there a man in this fuckin’ … Continue reading

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The Coyote – Lent Two

The coyote follows the scent of the blood Recognizes it as if from before birth The nostrils flair at that iron scent The feet follow It will be the coyote knows a long following And the way will be hard … Continue reading

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A Lenten Adventure

      The tide    turns by the moon To tend it one must be    a bit of a lunatic Such is not the way    of the Children of Light    the Easter People       … Continue reading

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A Child in Time

I walk a child in time part of me ever looking down on the dark pavement at dawn cautious lest by some mistake I trip myself up and fall The world then falls distant No rose-hues slip like the dew … Continue reading

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