The Tartan
Vondel Park
September 8, 2015Did you know? As you dreamed your dreamless sleep Within that temporal existence You were with me at Vondel Park You stowed away on the back of some scent-filled freesias It was just when I thought of missing you That you came to me Such a serendipitous arrival Was it you entering my dream, Or me entering yours? I sat on a bench to catch the phrases In front of…
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Thick
September 8, 2015I woke with the moon The morning thick in fog and exhaustion A swelling sleeping underneath my heart, and pressing against my spine I can only imagine the feeling looking the way a forest does; when the cold October clasps…
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‘Her Spirit Rose Under Its Influence’
September 8, 2015Crossed in love, dusting the few flawed flowers in a window box, an imponderable falling of snow begins in the town square. It is gently scheming, it is skating and all coming downwards. The snowflakes are fluent in…
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What it’s like
September 8, 2015Mom came over in the 70’s. The oldest of nine, she set the shining example of the possibility of the Western ideal. She never talked about racism or discrimination, the loneliness of being the only one. Multiculturalism is a new…
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This Racket Seems to Like a Good Poem
September 8, 2015First off, my poem only shuffled the deck chairs of the digital. Perfect pixel smear into e-waste. No geography except streets, wires, toxic dumps, etc. Like a modernist sympathizing battery fire, my poem got sunburned by all these transatlantic…
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Dream Images
September 8, 2015[dropcap]“[/dropcap][dropcap]M[/dropcap]emorize scripture fast as you can, fast as you can type memorize it quickly and then write it down so that others can read it later, yourself included. It is important that you do this so dont forget that I…
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Making Ends Meet
September 8, 2015Ever been to an auction—not the ritzy Sotheby’s kind—the local estate sales? Just remember two things: although beauty is in the eye of the beholder, everything under the hammer is always something somebody else didn’t want. Hell, she’d been waiting…
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Puppets
September 8, 2015[dropcap]I[/dropcap] was in a city on a Sunday and all the passers-by seemed to have thin moustaches, wraparound sunglasses, and mossy army-surplus coats. Everybody wanted a cigarette. At this point I had very little to do; I had presented my…
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Manners
September 8, 2015[dropcap]J[/dropcap]ust stop being a fucking PUSSY and TAKE IT, John says through a wet grin, and pushes a grass-covered ping pong ball in front of Nicole’s face. Nervous glances are exchanged throughout the party as we seek a way to…
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