FOR BREAKFAST, FOUND POEM FOR BLOOMSDAY

  Relish inner organs, beasts and fowl- roast heart, slices of all kidneys. In the kitchen, breakfast, light and air, out of doors, everywhere peckish. Coals reddening. Sideways, squat. Soon. Mouth dry. A leg with tail, on high, fire. Lithe black form- sleek hide, white butt. She understands. She wants. She can jump her nature- […]

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THE HAIR ON THE BACK OF HIS NECK

  You had long black hair, a horse’s mane that I held as we rocked through early years and a red furry coat I never stopped to question while we rode across uncertain terrines that echoed his silence and her longing to not give up anything again. Even then, even at play, I knew their […]

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THROUGH THE SANDS

  And when they danced she would hold him, her perfume by his face, his hands as her strength as they waltzed through their current as the tides swept the shore, through love and labour, to the first born, still born, through the twins who stopped the tears and the girls who tied the bows […]

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PAIRED IN PARADISE

We walk on soothing sands in far flung foreign lands that sweep seductions  over sky and sea, we see, in loving hands, golden wedding bands, no tighter knot any sailor ever made, we walk on beaches of borders blue, better blues than any blue has ever been, a better bond than any eyes have ever seen, […]

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THEIR SPOT ON THE HILL, 100 WORD STORY

  The light was losing itself to shadow. Only a suggestion remained of what had once been. The seas and the seasons had taken the rest. He struggled up the hill. He stood again, after all the years, on their spot, on the whips of life tenting up through the dead grasses as the ruins […]

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SCENE IN EUROPE, SCENE 9, ABERDEENSHIRE

Scene in Europe, Scene 9, Aberdeenshire, Roses and Thorns        Sophie and Marty were sitting across from an ancient dovecot, amid the topiary gardens of Craigievar Castle, on a hill in Aberdeenshire, Scotland, not far from the Queen’s summer retreat in Balmoral which they’d driven through earlier in the hope of a royal glimpse but […]

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SCENE IN EUROPE, SCENE 7, ERUPTIONS IN POMPEII

  Scene in Europe, Scene 7, Eruptions in Pompeii “You remember the dust in Florence, Marty? Well, let me tell you, I was wrong, that wasn’t dust, this is dust. How many bubkes did this cost us? Look at it, I mean, the parties certainly done and dusted in this fakakta place,” Sophie complained, not […]

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Scene in Europe, Scene 5, Barcelona Bonding

  Scene in Europe, Scene 5, Barcelona Bonding   Gravel voiced Sophie and her hard of hearing husband, Marty, were sitting on a sun drenched terrace near a bustling intersection, burnt, blistered and blocked up but embracing a very real possibility of relief. They’d just met another American couple, also doing a European tour, though […]

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SCENE IN EUROPE, SCENE 3, FLORENCE

Prose, Scene in Europe, Scene 3: Famished in Firenze Florence bustled in the early evening light as true Italians took to the streets in their finery, partaking in their nocturnal parade of pride and prowess. It was still early for aperitivo’s but the hunt was already on for the best place in town to sit, […]

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