The Fern these are days; people with nothing to do doing nothing. people with things to do doing those things. the sun out, loud and shining, like a child screaming at a dropped ice-cream, but weak enough to freeze you in a shadow. people sometimes in houses touching their hands against the clock. staring at computers. or older, looking […]
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DOG Manchester, Connecticut 1985 Long after the time had come for her to stop driving she was driving her daughter to the store in her brown car that had no power steering or power brakes, and at 85 pounds of skin and a little contraption of bones you’d think she’d be a push-over but nothing could be […]
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THE END I witnessed the end of the world today.* Galactic alignment blew it away. The sun grew much hotter; neutrinos changed And heated the core till crust rearranged. So much speculation to Mayan doom: An asteroid fatal may nearby loom, Or gamma ray burst from galactic core Could fry the earth’s surface like none before. […]
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DISHEVELED ZENITH OF OUR LOVE (By Joseph Cavera) Your eyes cannot judge me Your hands cannot truly hold You wait for me in the Darkness Your words so misguided Your affection soon to be derided You await me again, as I leave my mark You open your arms to me, unsuspecting You permit me to oblige your lust You […]
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Siblings Her laughter breaks your fold, wedding you to your primal joy. Your extremes keep tune with her emotions, setting them close to yours and your canvas of sharp colours. She has no veil. You have no hidden chamber, just the charm of your sleepers and your dimpled cheeks. She loves you like kin should, dancing for your comfort […]
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Heartless at the Checkout Line “I’d never take my anger out on you,” she said, when I remarked she looked so piqued I had the inclination to skidoo. As someone who desired her, I freaked out at the dewdrops missing from her ears, the stern configuration of her lips, her strident voice and mortifying leers. Since these impediments did not […]
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PENULTIMATE for David Ferry (July, 21, 2015) At 91, David tells me that he is nearly finished with his Aeneid translation and that he has started his next book which he has tentatively called Underworld, and he is already three poems in, and when the Aeneid goes to press he’ll focus more on this newest book, but not […]
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A grey, blustery day And the sun breaks through More of a wink than a smile Reminding me To savor such moments For much is fleeting And often passes Unnoticed In the busy-ness of days Where we are pushed ever forward But when the wind has changed And the clouds linger It is the memory of such times That […]
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Processes Grammar of grief wraps itself around the tremors of time and chips: organize blue pencillers. This will obliterate your errors. Better still, equip yourself and be your own editor.
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Once this bedroom door is closed the rug deals in flowers, its dark scent reaching up where your eyes expect sunlight and miles away the heady whiff from a firefly –already she’s naked the woman you just this minute inhaled, a deep breath who can’t see, has to feel along the grass though the dead still stake a […]
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