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It takes only one moment, one single event, or focus, to touch the inner genius, to make it spit up and out; All artists know it, enraptured by the simple truth that lays, naked, before them; With their brush, or pen, or musical...

My father rued the city, and its folk, with their dirty city streets, and their flimsy, self-made yokes; He bade the city farewell, and took my mom to a town in the country where each house sported a big lawn with lots of elbow...

My dead mother visits me in a dream, sitting bedside. No longer ninety-one, she appears in a navy pants suit, with dark, teased hair—her face, without a wrinkle. Mom, I gasp, my grief becoming an urgency to save her, though I...

Summoned late at night from my bed to hers, I stand by my unconscious mother, caressing her limp hand, promising to stay. The hospital’s florescent overheads cast blue, shadowless light, while a machine pumps morphine and...

grasps the arms of her rollator, shuffles from bedroom to courtyard, where during sunny mornings she’ll sit for hours alone. I speak with her by phone every day, hear how the laundry lost her favorite socks or how her bed went...

walking through the dark house every step every inch is a guess is that chair pulled out or is the path clear from here to the door the space seems full of you what is that movement on the floor there oh just light from the moon...

when life’s long crusade for a happy gravitational attraction dissolves into a realization that I am gods frenetic pinball i slip from my unhappy dance and begin the long downhill run with gifts of wide silent vistas and cold...

each sliver of silver that adorns my head are medals won from battles with the living dead and I found God waiting in the woods but I found the Devil in people I believed were good and my tea leaves say I’m a scattered mess I...

Hades breathes uncomfortable in his delight sweat clings to him while he hides in his helmet inhaling a flower so forbidden that it’s scent makes him tug at his collar for a little more air she sees the world in tones that are...

I like the ocean because she can keep secrets buried deep my treasure is a smile that was never asked for you always complained I was hard on my clothes but never talked about how hard I was on my soul the only place I ever felt...

Waddling along the bait tank’s edge, it looks like a bird assembled in a thundercloud. I see it’s a hodgepodge of bird parts: beak from a heron, feet from a cormorant, and silhouette from a pterosaur. Flapping its wings, it...