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left an hour ago in search of myself if you see me before I return have me take a seat and wait i may be a long time coming (originally published in Found Poetry)
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A Beautiful Wife
Ed looks at the photo and says, your wife is gorgeous as if she were a snazzy Rolex picked up for next to nothing on the Net. You should see her in the morning, I reply, with traces of Kubuki… Read more ›
Just a Number
When it comes to age, we’re all in sweet denial. A jury bribed to overlook the evidence has ruled that we’re still young. It’s just a number, right, says Tommy, my Greek barber, don’t count the summers, you knock a… Read more ›
To My Young Girlfriend
Turn off your iphone. Come to my world. Feel the mud ooze up between your toes as we cross a soggy meadow. Learn to tell small lies that can’t be verified. Have a chance encounter with a handsome stranger in… Read more ›
lovebites
doing the dirty on a mountaintop in Maine we didn’t expect no-see-ums attracted by the scent to bite us where we ain’t never been bit before for days we walked around stiff-limbed from the climb resisting with all our earthly… Read more ›
Big-boned Ballerina Nightmare
Miss McGurphy’s ballerinas had the girth of a small Volks we never called them fat they were just full-figured folks in the bar below their school you could hear the clip-clip-clop of their enormous feet as they pliéd and pirouetted… Read more ›
The Scent of Love
Replicated from nature, Moneybackguaranteed to make a woman quiver with desire, the pheromones arrived in a plain brown wrapper, LoveScents stamped as sender. When he showed up at Jen’s door, she took one whiff and became a lioness in heat,… Read more ›
In Your Hands
In your hands, the fuchsia, which had never lasted, survived the winter and bloomed again in spring. At the first sign of frost, you took them in and placed them in a warm spot by the window, caring for them… Read more ›
Pardonne-Moi
They say that men who are a little maladroit make better lovers. Actually, nobody says that except moi, when I want to improve my chances of having a petite affaire. I used that line on Françoise in the captain’s lounge… Read more ›
The Perennial Loser
His wife referred to him as the perennial loser. His investments soured, his business bellied up, he grew so heavy you could hear his labored breathing each time he crossed the room. When finally she left him his life took… Read more ›