My Struggle with the Argonauts

This fleece is my security blanket. Doesn't that count for something?

Monday, July 29, 2013

Dinner Party (from Glen, 8/17/88, Forest, MS)

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Her bare back beneath a low-cut summer dress, tawny under evening trees. Thick dusk sticks close to the patio like hot clothes to be cas...

Stowaway (from Glen)

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Far from the river, over a hundred mile, the rhythm of the water seems near. He listens. Nodding and tapping time to a blues record. H...
Tuesday, July 02, 2013

Coming Through (from Caroline)

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Salty waves of a tempest sea leaped wildly over, engulfing me. Sun and stars in their course spun round, hurtled straightaway to the grou...

View from a Bus Window (from Caroline)

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Scared, tortured face of a shattered hillside twisted in death agonies of blasted buildings, broken bleak foundations. Foolish steps lead...
Sunday, June 23, 2013

Aquarelle (from Glen)

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My arms ache, my dry mouth wants water. The bedroom smells of fresh-sawn pine. Sunset wind tickles white ribs of slanted window blind...

Sidney, Nebraska

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The new moon sets, Wolf River flows dark down to Colorado. The one far sound A car out at the crossroads. The blacktop runs to gravel, ...
Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Phrases Discovered in a Plastic Word Game Toy

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Cosign my white speedo Ryan White in a geode Bedpan slut has orgy men Glad toy, crown me in peas Crap on my gloss weenie Eat Gumby'...

Ars Longa, Vita Brevis (from Glen)

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A glance, a heartbeat, the delicious parts of a machine. The falling of a leaf. Streams running to the sea. Their preciseness lies fi...

1 Hectare, Eastern Europe (from Glen)

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His plot's small, but it seems to suffice to grow a few greens, so he tends it religiously on his knees. The summer sun's hot, b...
Monday, June 17, 2013

Awakening (from Glen)

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My body pulses heat against chill vestiges of night. I am light: and rise from the still-shadowed berth to drift outside, a channel ship ...

Ethos

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Abstracts and bad dreams, our ethos will tell which gods we have made to which people have prayed like fads they will fade

Lead my Flock of Anguished Thoughts to Lie Inside my Thawing Soul

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Give that man a hand, he's found the meaning of his life, yessir, thank you sir, I owe it all to inner strife; for so many years I loo...
Saturday, June 15, 2013

Why

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Life is like a burned-out candle but it's more than I can handle. Mystic veils chanting, ranting, try to find a truth to live by-- ...
Tuesday, June 11, 2013

What I'm Doing

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Perhaps you are wondering where all these puerile poems came from; perhaps you are wonder when they will cease. Well, most of them were writ...

I Woke Up

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I woke up this morning to the sound of terminal rain to the sound of moving parts to a bittersweet refrain that said: We are moving fa...

Roll Your Soul

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I want to feel your heart tonight I want to get to know you better and get the beat alright. Wanna take you to paradise tonight Gonna t...

Bend

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As you round the last bend on your final day and you throw in the towel and stand there with nothing to say Do you fear your maker becaus...

Eidolon Eyes

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The essence of a million magic midnight moments captured in a single smile leaves me breathless, leaves me without words to show my warm,...
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