Monthly Archives: November 2013

Pops’ Whistle

My dad had a whistle that could fracture armored plate. it could be an emergency or he’d simply be irate, But when he blew, us kids all knew to get home yesterday, not knowing, but afraid of, what he might … Continue reading

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24/7/365

Will I ever sleep in my bed again? Will I ever wake with my wife? Will my hands stop their curling into bird claws, is there a chance for a near normal life? I ask these questions in fear and … Continue reading

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Grandpa Foxys’ Garden Gate

Grandpa Foxys’ garden gate would slap you on the butt if I stood still long enough the gate would make its’ cut knocking me a step or two into the garden grounds the enclosed garden magical while granpa makes his … Continue reading

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Resurrection (for June)

Oblivion, colorless cold oblivion, frigid molasses movement against time as solid as adobe in winter. No hope. What is hope? Darkness answers With darkness. Time not time, space not space. Waiting, what’s waiting? Who’s waiting? She’s waiting! He: he is; … Continue reading

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Fetus

Alone in the courtyard head, neck, back and hands curled as if rounding himself against the onslaught, of nerves under attack. The wheels of his chair echo the curve of his body reminding me of Kokopeli, whose contagious misbehavior mimics … Continue reading

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