AN EXCURSION, THE ALDI OUTING, A SHORT STORY

            We’re going to Aldi tomorrow, me and The Mother.           She started making a list last Sunday! She’s never been before and the excitement is only bouncing through the freshly aired house (we open all the windows at 11am and a good time to close […]

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BOOKENDS; BETTER BOTTLES

  In the shadows not yet departed from former students, since departed, in confined compartments the Polish left to the Irish, red vinegar wine (as vulgar as the vultures who drowned in its deluge) caught itself in corners still not drunk by the blow-ins still bleating about the burnt beef and sodden soil as we […]

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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO. 7, NAPOWRIMO

In the shadows not yet departed from former students since departed confined in compartments  the Polish left to the Irish, red vinegar wine (as vulgar as the vultures  who drowned in its deluge) caught itself in corners  still not drunk  by the blow-ins still bleating about the burnt beef and sodden soil  as we made […]

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OUI

Day 11: National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo Was it true, was it you, in the blink of an eye and the history of a man out of time, a man not mine? Was it true, was it you, who settled sweetly onto sofa, who slipped swiftly into suggestions as we washed whispers with wine? Was […]

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FESTERING FRUIT

  Berries blacken in the bowl, their scent no longer salivating summer’s sweet seductions, winter withers in the distance, while fervent flies are fluttering, wings flapping to the rotting arousal of carnality lost to natures once fair bloom. Tastes are truly to the barer born. Bitter berries are black in the bowl, their flesh no […]

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