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Monthly Archives: May 2008

Everyone is leaning forwards

as though the wind is dragging them

            backwards through the day,

but the cars are Read More »

This is not a story anyone wants to hear, so I’ll give it to you slow. You let me know when you’ve heard enough.

My cousin Johnny wasn’t really my cousin. He was the stepson of my aunt, my mother’s older sister who had had a bad first marriage and rather than marry again, decided she’d be unfashionable for the Read More »

They were too overwhelmed by the sight of decaled media vans and fiending paparazzi rising up the hillside, one cocked elbow at a time.

A man from Hong Kong, along with a woman from Denmark and a teenager from Paramus, New Jersey all watched the spectacle from their cell phones as they each spent one more minute never meeting one Read More »

I fear being like her and I am like her

the critical part that wants to hurt the other

render them helpless and needy

no one measuring up, everything falling short Read More »

See the crane sleeping
It’s neck sways when the wind blows
Please don’t fall on me

Homeless Jack mines gems Read More »

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Organ-grinders

The art of organ-grinding is fast disappearing, almost as quickly as we are. There used to be an organ-grinder and his little Read More »

All I wanted that night was to get out of Kelly’s quick. Kelly’s Market kept late hours, same as me, so once a week, hard on midnight, that’s where I’d find myself. This was in Arrowhead, in the San Bernardinos. Up there, even now, nothing good ever happens ’round midnight. Especially in February. Read More »

            Instead of thinking about Sonny, his traveling companion wishes she were in Spain.  How far of a drive is it from Granada to Barcelona?

            Twenty miles south of Fresno a sign says Visalia 24 miles. Sonny pilots the car with dirty hands, a torn shirt, an unintentional beard, last year’s haircut and a diet of ice and ketchup packets.  He looks over Read More »

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