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Niki
Today I get to write, because Niki is going to the grocery store for me. Niki has been, steady and patient, in my life for twenty-eight years. She has outlasted my absences and withdrawals, my long silences and strenuous sulks. We’ve played together, at auctions and art shows; at second-hand stores and carnivals. We have… Continue reading
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Remembrance Day
MP3 File When they brought my father out of Germany, he weighed ninety-two pounds. He had no tolerance for picky eaters. Was he still a boy then? Was he kind? They could leave the camp but had nowhere to go. A… Continue reading
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Prairie Mary’s Cousin’s Kittens
Mary sent me these, which I am going to assume means I have permission to post them. She says: Here they are, clearly bat-eared Yamaha-playing cats. She claims they’ve grown into their ears now. Bitsyboo . . . would have better sound at the keyboard if she didn’t play it sideways. Vinnie [is] more of… Continue reading
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snapshot poem 07 november 02007
the string has brokeni pick up the beads of my life they are dissonant discordantthere is no harmony here was there ever a pattern? some have fallen into the grate i’ll never retrieve them they are rolling down a long culvert it is dark here, unnavigablei am lost listen, the beads are rattling pick up… Continue reading
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