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My mother (dying of cancer, smoking until her last breath), angry about research dollars: those people don’t deserve it. They brought this on themselves. She never saw the irony. Meanwhile, we watched as faces disappeared from...

You remember the film where the man played a trick on the woman’s mind? He hid her keys over and over until she believed in her own insanity rather than his cruelty—an easy thing to do. It makes me think of you, Anita, and your...

I have heard too many of those dispirited voices complain that the rain is too grim –– that clouds shut out light and the pitter-patter too dull for this, and every enchanting night. Only in minds, do they think all things dull...

Of childhood Christmas, I remember hope and honesty, how dashing the lights shone. how pure the snow lay. A wish to Santa Claus: Tomorrow, I want to be the grownup I always dreamed about. Carry my own suitcases Fly my own plane...

After Wallace Stevens’ Ideas of Order at Key West Six o’clock –– The station of anonymous faces. Dull heels echo fatigue. Dusk triggers gravy and oil diffused in the alleyway The lady’s smile is faint –– unlike the pan that...

Too much grey, walls, floor— would I be happier if the room had more colors? I’d like us all to be content Black Converse run through the room and outside silver eyelets sparkle— Mike’s back! Pine trees out the window don’t move...

striding unbroken on the fickle sand of need, beyond the crash and gnaw of arrogant waves, untouched by their unbalancing roar               in the last glow of day               her mauve and gold chiffon molded and streaming  ...

Consider the hand      how it collects what is precipitate enough to be carried down from the heart. Its text accumulates grain by grain old hate held love’s    yellow ribbon pain        forgiven in a            fair-wind red...

Rain flays the gutters.     God’s hymn soddens pockets, the hunger lining our shoes. Rank wind upends the market news. The bank stays closed. The alphabet soup has no vowels; grim disease haunts the luncheon bowls.              ...

its clothes, turns away like a shy teenager who has never done this before, letting a small shrug of warmth slip off a shoulder. But we know better, the day and I; we have loved riotously, reveled in prodigality – pink fairy...

Stopped once more at Security, he grins, throws up his hands, steps through the scanner again. Yes, he’s packing metal, but it’s in him. He’s unarmed, now, no longer a killer. He gave up his weapons—his M-16, grenades, handgun,...