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Sacrifice

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lightning bug streaks illuminate my windshield, July nights winding home, slow down bone glow of tombstones, soon moonglow the earth sips the sky, red wine sun bobbing lower and lower, below the cool seam of the horizon smoke floats in a flat cloud, held by humidity, slowly...
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The sound of your shoes dropping, ​ ...
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Dickie Sweeney and David Meyer don’t seem to care when she sidles up to the neighborhood boy group assembled in Roger’s backyard to throw a football. They also build snow forts out of “bushel basket” bricks in winter or sail popsicle stick boats in the alley rivulets...
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Scarecrow

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Midnight Sun

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Shattered

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Ayin

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he chose to

do his suffering in grand style… starting off with beer in the morning, then the good wine as the afternoon and the memories kicked in. toward evening he switched to Grey Goose and finished the night with his old friend, tequila. it wasn’t much, but it was all he had… besides, when the checks came, they covered the rent, and the Goose and every now and...
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Hi everyone, File this one under "historical news." In April I guest edited an Ekphrastic Challenge featuring the art of OAF editor extraordinaire Jenn Zed. If you are so inclined, you can peruse the Poetry responses here: http://www.ekphrastic.net/ekphrastic/jenn-zed-ekphrastic-challenge-responses-poetry And the Prose responses here: http://www.ekphrastic.net/ekphrastic/jenn-zed-ekphrastic-writing-challenge-responses-prose Her artwork...
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Hey fellow lOAFers! Head on over to The Ekphrastic Review today and check out the featured responses to @Dale Patterson's piece, "After the Storm." Cheers! Jordan
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last i heard she was running coke for some club owner in Rio from São João de Meriti to São Cristóvão and up and down Copacabana to pay for her penthouse apartment in Ipanema she was making good money enough to keep her in Valentino, Chanel, Dior and Balenciaga a rooftop pool and a...
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I stand on a bridge between my two worlds. The river and the moon are hushed tonight. They know innocence. The moon bows slightly in humility while death, disguised by the shine, rides the silent water. I may yet learn their virtues and find my place. Crossing to one side, a...
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Room for Dreams

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It's hard for me to accept things the way they are. I want to fight for what's right and fair. Acceptance is a part of survival. I don't have to worry about whether he loves me or he doesn't or if he loves someone...
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just a morceau, perhaps more so, than usual
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Mexican Hat Dance

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Drink the Ramen

It rains every day but there is no water. In Chitose-Funabashi, the puddles are fine and the river runs wide, But showers are on timers. Take the wrappers off the bottles, keep the lettuce in the larder, The neighbors eye our bin. This summer,...
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With no time to spend with my wife and children over breakfast this morning, I went around the table and simply pressed the like buttons on their faces.
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I sent Bukowski some poems, one of which was “Twisted Living” (a 3-pager that later appeared in Hung). He re-wrote “Twisted Living” and titled it “I Know What Love Is” and sent it back to me. He didn’t add...
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It Is written

At the supermax prison books on the subject of superdeterminism are, predictably, in super high demand, flying off the shelves seemingly faster than the speed of light.
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Breathing Clean Air

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Neurojacked

Recreated images of faces now available via EEG scans. So accurate, police sketch artists will soon apply for employment insurance benefits, while witnesses are tapped like portable hard drives.   Connecting neural activity patterns to visual structures, like those present in human features, a step toward...
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De oproerkraaier

mixed media on paper, 21 x 29,7 cm, 2019
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I pay attention to sunlight, watch it ribbon in the tops of trees. (Kisses are not the answer.) I'm at war with the walls watching summer branches bend in the breeze. (Loving you is not the answer.) Nothing's new but daylight inside the secret cell of your wanting knees, upright.
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The Gig Econ

Uber drivers drive reckless, they loop, round and round circling Big Ben, throwing fade patterns impossible to defend selling shirts, touchdown! outside Heinz Field coming out the woodwork they dream of paper straws covered in plastic sheaths, soda fountains, covered in dusted, diamond windshield glass car crashes mapped out in Google map grids and...
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it started by sucking cyanide from the pits on the edge of a berried desert brutal emptiness dripped from within cramping confusing causing seizures a mexican stand-off between indigestible lies and unpalatable truth so shut the gate and lock it let it stack up wind-driven debris form...
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Write something cheerful, advises my dear cousin from the early seventeenth-century, a wretched girl born in a nondescript town-house down on New Amsterdam’s Wall Street. Write something less depressing, something perhaps about gladioli or parmesan cheese, please, she begs. In those days, 14th Street was Uptown. I should...
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Waning & Waxing

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silk for those who gladly take off shoes wool for those in fear of dancing barefoot
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One Way of Looking at Thirteen Blackbirds with a tip of the hat to Wallace Stevens’ “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird” is to go from seeing them as thirteen discrete negotiators around the birdbath determining whose turn it is now and whose it...
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I met a clown in plain clothes drinking in a bar - of course. He told me a kid once asked him “Are you a real clown? Underneath the make up?” and he didn’t know how to answer. He said clowns were angry. They’d been demonized, no...
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Anna and the Scourge

We memorized poems to pass them on, past the strident winds out of the Kremlin. When I walk the avenue lined with our history, I trust you to guard the ashes I can't claim. My friends now in corners unknown, memories enfold us in the raw weather of...
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I created this collage for an employee art show at a medical research institution. It plays on the idea of pH litmus tests for acids and bases, but the chromatic strips here, which classically range from red to blue...
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San Francisco

“It’s an odd thing but anyone who disappears is said to be seen in San Francisco.” —Oscar Wilde Sundown sets the painted ladies dancing on the eastern side of Alamo Square. Clustered below Monterey cypresses silhouettes watch dime-and-quarter fog read bedtime stories to downtown suits. I...
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House Rules

The votes are in. Mommy and the kids: 3. Daddy: 1. They will go tonight to the Sizzler. The kids want the all- you-can-eat soft serve ice-cream sundae. Little Tommy likes to watch it flow on to the restaurant’s industrial carpeting. At home,...
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Polar Ideas

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Frost everywhere this morning; those roses never knew when to quit. Look at their withered petals, like peering into my own face. I’m inside this watering can with the spiders, the deadness. As if something’s coiled inside me. When I close my eyes, I’m dancing. Faucet...
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Before Divorce

We bought our Ford Falcon for $200. There were spiders in the ashtrays. You kept a closet full of men's XL shirts and always used the upstairs bathroom. The dogs slept with us, longwise, like dogs. And then the dogs died. It was colder in October than February. The...
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there’s only a few stupider things to waste your time on like avoiding death or praying
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Toby, Tobias Dog

He mouths a left-over thigh, whines a new path in the grass, tries to tell himself about bone, tongue-licking the marrow to taste of the once-living. I did not know his jaws would open-close five times, miming news so old, nerves quiver to announce the...
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Con man

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Code 1 Code 2 Code 3 Code 4 Code 5 Code 6 Code 7 Code 8 Code 9 All paintings acrylic on hardboard
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(Just so you know, I usually take a walk after breakfast. And as I leave the dining room I may take a banana with me) I see this guy walking down the street with a banana. Switching it from hand to hand...
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i fell in love with my former employer in the East Village, NYC he owns a Testudines sanctuary in central California after termination and my great wandering i found myself standing on the side of a road in Bakersfield outside the shell of his turtle farm
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Sit Down Beside Me Girl of Our Dreams or Nightmares Mother of Flowers Dressed To Kill Self Portrait with Alterations Beatific Vision Girl with Polka Dots Creation of the Universe Sammy Mi Casa Es Casa
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mixed media on paper, 21 x 29,7 cm, 2019
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u&me

. . . 1. . it's not like we'll be here foreverwe must give thanks for the blistersthanks for the tarps we hide underfor the shame of being human -like everyone elseage teaches us tears aren't empty ------without substanceteaches us to walk webs we didn't spin . ********   2. i want to carry you into the...
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Last Note

Little shell of a poem, I wanted to send you into the world rich with meaning—mine. Here you come back empty-hulled. Anyone with dregs to share, pile in. Seaweed or champagne, it's all the same to me, an extra oar would be welcome.
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A quest for spiders might lead to entrapment in silk threads Palm reading: infinity is embedded in the ice crystals of hand-shaped clouds Music vapors sing: the word smart has nothing to do with meditation The grandmother was a psychic & still...
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Arctic

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VSz7rZzZQRM Music and video - Jenn Zed Cello composed and played by Yukiko Louvière, Berlin This is a pre-release track from my forthcoming album 'Gradients of Light & The Destruction of Space'. All animations and post-production made by myself, the main background photo...
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https://soundcloud.com/rc-james-user841120068/notes-from-the-apocalypse-iii Birds rise above the alleyway there's a clamor inside me I can't identify as mine or theirs. Curtain edges of the empty room lighten, dangerous visions enter red-faced, the waking dream dissolves to shadow. Death is summoned from a brief retreat. I can't bring to you a fulfilling anthem, only a hymn of light I caught this...
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The age of Trump and I don’t mean seventy. I’m speaking of our time, our sad era, and I don’t mean aura, although they say it is black, a dark presence. Democracies don’t survive men who don’t need money. What’s an oligarch, after...
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Wife smoked and drank hard cider while I got another headache on a smoggy sunday afternoon with the neighbors' children screaming and banging on the wall. And the tape recorder had to be returned for warranty work because it was fucked up and wife's Smith Corona...
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and I stepped on it. I heard its little head pop and crunch. There was love juice on my shoe. I heard love dripping in the basement and I almost threw up. I hear love on my radio all the time. Some people try...
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Stubble

usually I wear tweed like the ageing bachelor I am carry a pipe in an inside pocket behave politely give thanks and compliments about the food then leave early as if I had somewhere to go other than another drop-in for tea where I am polite and leave...
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Erasures

Begin redacting. Blacking out Until what’s left is cryptic With knowledge only you can Penetrate. Choreographer of Significance. The words pirouette At the barre. Lozenges like Coffins of those shipped to black Sites. Waterboarded testimonies like poems Of forced rendition. Middle of the night Transports. What is unsaid Might...
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behind every plan to bring her home. Like the burning bush landmark on Tiger Mountain Road, she is a bright detail withdrawn by the season and dismissed. I tell her we should go back to where fireflies bumble through the humid dusk and...
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you’re insane she says you’re just another one of those assholes who falls in love one of those fools who rides motorcycles through big cities
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If I were to begin licking now, I’d probably be finished by midnight. I’d like the opportunity. Or you could sign up for our monthly pass, in which case, I’d drop by once a week to suck your toes. It’s up to you....
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waxing their cars on Sunday afternoons plodding towards darkening horizons pushing their prams eating their leggings at the back end and stuffing a Gregs into the front all of them fucking miserable last week my dog Maisie got sick with Parvo they catch it by eating...
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He gave her a book that was navy blue and hardcover and had a strip of numbers taped on the spine. “You’ll like it,” he said. “You’re like me.” Jenna was sitting in bed reading when she saw him coming across...
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Tokyo Jazz

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mixed media on canvas, 22 x 27 cm, 2019
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Amber bridge A footpath and bridlepath that was once a proper field road leads down steeply to the river. As well as the footbridge there is a ford crossing for horses and they can splosh through the water to the...
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qQUY6g0aRos
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mixed media on paper, 21 x 25 cm, 2019
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Last Word Before he left, his finger on my arm drawing something, I said it quick: blossom, but it felt like goodbye. Lesson for Gluttons I didn't know how to devour passion fruits 'till he showed me how to swallow the seeds. Perfume(d) Sometimes I ask which one is sad: the patchouli or my shoulder. Suffocation Let me try...
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The technique is called blockout poetry, a type of found poetry. I used selected words from a page in one of Flannery O’Connor’s short stories. You can faintly see some of the page coming through in the background. —Dale Patterson
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mixed media on canvas, 22 x 27 cm, 2019
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come at me, Chef get yourself within my radius I warn you I’ve armed myself with a corkscrew and a ballpoint pen my cocktail tray is a Spartan’s shield and your paring knife frankly is laughably small my apron is draped over your precious ventless frying hood defiant and I am not afraid to...
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There are voices in me so old, I cannot decipher. Like divers they speak to each other under water. They bubble up grains of sand-- a burnt-out planet. I turn the hour glass discovered in a Victorian bed-and-breakfast where my wife coaxes me to...
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uceoCDf9JGA
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and I have given up naming cars, waist length hair and wishing for a horse. I do not believe I will live in a spare, but gracious pod, that my modest house will do anything but comfortably decline, or that my cat will...
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Applaud the blood; Sort the crash later. Babies fill the place With sparkling wealth. Applaud the crash; Sort the blood later. Wealth fills the place With sparkling babies. Applaud the wealth; Sort the babies later. Blood fills the place With a sparkling crash. Applaud the babies; Sort the wealth later. The crash fills...
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The last time at the office of the otolaryngologist I had smartly typed my next appointment promptly on my smart phone screen at the same time it was read to me by the lovely admin, Marcie, who said to me today when I arrived right at...
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Baroque-n Clock

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Mao-Trump

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Trumpster

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My Father carried this with him in a leather board case in the 50's and 60’S working for the Atkinson County Citizen newspaper along side his family in Pearson, Georgia. —Thomas Yarbrough
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when it has come and gone as so much has already, this too will be a distant memory unreal to us then, we will sit on the porch you will build outside the country home we only dream of now. I will say Remember when I...
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In memory of Harrietta Lee Watanabe, 1944-2001 She was born in Volcano, Hawai’i and so we put dwarf palms around our patio. That will do, said mother hurriedly. Harrietta descended onto the platform like she expected waves to tickle her ankles. Her Sears...
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Dear Donald

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Oh, you tubby lubby of mine You big boss man fire me Tie me to your tree and stretch me Make me scream mon petit carrot cake Swim on me Breast stroke all over me Drive me on your beautiful golf course Take me into your tower My sweet...
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Meaning

Is it found in the thickets that line the paths through our minds, or in the simple words that form so easily out of our mouths? Words like "good morning, sweetheart," or "you are beautiful"— those soft words we use to build our nests where we lay our eggs.  
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Cincinnati

After 70, certainly 60, the parents have done All the harm they can do. It’s time to relax, time to see the world. Spend some dough, especially when they have a ton. After all, the building is finished. Get out Before the rot sets...
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I keep hearing them at night. Maybe they have already died, but beautifully, the way a fire can be gorgeous as a red berry- stained mouth, luscious and not sinister, unless you fear blades and teeth, and you won't. What I'm hoping for...
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it's an obscure ornithological fact the lifespan of a common hummingbird is 20 to 25 years and i know hummingbirds i feed them equal portions water and sugar hung in a red-tinted mason jar my cat likes to eat them but they're hard to catch she stalks them for hours then...
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mixed media on paper, 21 x 29,7 cm, 2019
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Hanne

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The cawing started in the morning at no particular time, unlike the trills of songbirds that started at dawn. Instead, the cawing began with the flits of sprinklers, raspier than any alarm. “I’ve never seen so many crows,” Ginny said....
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Yugen

Who tells the bird it’s time to fly, what is far beyond a horizon, where is a cloud going, why did a branch split there, when will next not come? I don’t know. Yet, still, I marvel at the splendor I can feel but can’t comprehend.
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Rita calls. She's coming over for a girl's night-in because she likes the name of the wine— Yellow Tail. She says, I like tail, and laughs till she chokes. She doesn't knock; she just comes right in, heads straight for the bathroom, tells me she's like a dog— has to mark every...
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don't look now we be at the bottom of the hole with the butterflies and pony shit they taught us to shoo gnats when cameras were around because it was unpopular to be poor a new policy of sorts (hate yourself because we hate you) no more black...
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She is so new, I am not sure which swimmer is her. With caps and goggles and sleek bodies, I am surrounded by porpoise pleasures, until this one pinches my ass reminding me this love demands beaching. — george roesch johnson
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Shaman

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The Gardener

He had tended the garden pruning stems and branches with long-handled shears melded to his hands. He returned that winter, cradling a plant in a clay-colored pot, a plaid sleeve dangling where his left arm had been. I want you to have this, he said. Since I can’t work...
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Shutters

Being the hybrids that we are, neither fully prey nor fully predator, we make our rounds each night, closing windows and locking doors. We are more like hyenas and jackals; opportunists, who understand the mind of the night stalkers, like the wind's despair and the moon's silent wails. Each...
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Sun Bather Lady in Blue Friends in Free Fall Taking on Water Take the Baby and Run Cityscape Through Frost Covered Window
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A capella rendition of a song by Gillian Welch, in memory of poet Cheryl Leverette. https://soundcloud.com/rc-james-user841120068/lb3  
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the clench in my brain is like imagination on speed ghosts fly behind my back my mom's sweet white hair the door ajar her eyes peeking through the pale blue casket like an empty sky more than once a day I have something to tell her she listened even if...
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—for Cheryl Leverette Life gets lost in the top right drawer of my desk. Those three pairs of scissors once purchased? Stuffed there way in the back. And here's my relation with the brilliant woman poet, jammed behind some stamps.
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In the curve of her neck, there’s longing for the man. In her closed throat, fear. Through sheer will she freezes the waiter’s sleeve mid-air as he presents the bill to her lover. Stop, let me bend back the hour, I haven’t been abandoned in...
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in my eyes, we’re ageless in my eyes, each exploding star dust Pangeal atom that conspired in our conception has always existed we have always existed the galaxy flashes in reverse, condensing to the root the seed from which the bloodless heart bloomed, unfurled its violent existence tell me what...
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Templar

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Backside

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Let's unwind the world a little for you and the curly haired girl in your class. For your parents, your aunts, your cousins and neighbors, for the tan and white dog that comes to everyone's door. For me. Let's count firetrucks at night and...
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Encrypted Message Joint Venture Stainless Brick Garage Still Life Street-Wise Bands Tarpedo Green Redecoration Paint Pirate
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The Euphoria of Koi in Springtime Is it possible to create a haiku with form and color rather than words? Something to strive for.   Could You Put Down That Damn Phone for a Minute? Another 8" x 8" styrofoam tile in the...
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Hyperstition

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She wants me to calibrate against the wing-beat of searing fluorescents, the examining room bright with her skeptical forbearance. I tell her since I've never been flayed or broken on the wheel, we can agree that 10 is right out. I am tempted to claim 9,...
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In the meantime, I'm here and they're not. I have learned one thing, because I get treated very unfairly, that's what I call it, the fake media. It bears no relationship to the truth. I get treated so badly....
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The last days of Acme looked like the end of the world or maybe a food pantry. Mostly empty disgusting cream and brown shelves except for a few items in boxes and everybody more worried about clearance deals like...
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Swamp Thing

It came from the depths of the sewhers of New York: Pasty faced Flaming orange hair Highlighted, feral raccoon eyes Swamp Thing Decades in the making This instant horror classic hearkens back to the Golden Age ...
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Ink on Paper
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I tried to catch a snapping turtle in an old tin pail. She ducked and dove. I hopped and turned. It was to no avail. Half in, half out, she flopped about— refusing to be snared. I could have grabbed her by the shell, but I...
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Harmeet prefers orchids Violetta finds courage Two tough gals Theadora
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As the days draw in I will head south, past the lake’s glacial blue, up the curving road where the mountain shines, beyond the musterer’s hut on whose walls names are etched. It is always better here: the light is clearer, brighter and falling leaves are tumbling russet and...
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I found them there in a still spare spring under cottonwoods grown in unnaturally straight lines in small-eyed ducks and a young girl balancing on the lip of a fountain in the toddler on quivering grass running ahead of her mother in lanky angles of a man throwing a...
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a reporter for the student paper asked me what career i would take if i wasn’t a writer. i looked at him and said: at this point in my life i guess porn star is out of the question. the poor kid looked at me. he didn’t know what to say. neither did i.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4NMtWcxW6Tw My college buddy from years ago, the brilliant keyboardist Curtis Kendrick, met me in a NYC practice room and we bashed out basic chords, melodies and ideas for an homage to the late Beatle George Harrison (known as "The...
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Some Men

So when he left I longed for the old house I had. So often, late summer in that house, marigolds on the steps for a lost weekend. One year I raked maple leaves until I passed out. The long shadows, the long space where his body was. Only the hand print on the...
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Oil on canvas, 3'x4'
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Void

We will speak, all wind and hail icy tambourine of tin roof or nights I sat on your bed folding warm towels, pairing socks, still inside out with you, still marveling at the emptiness we tuck into Emptiness is the hole punched through plywood pantry door,...
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The wall

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I’m not hungry.  I appraise the contents of the office fridge anyway: a carton of soy coffee creamer, three sack lunches, a four-pack of flavored coconut water, someone’s bottle of sriracha sauce & a sealed plastic bag of organic cherries I noticed three mornings ago. I tear open...
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jsPi3hE640o Guitar and video - Jenn Zed Cello composed and played by Yuki Louvière, Berlin This piece of music is a pre-release from my forthcoming album - Gradients of Light & The Destruction of Space. Please watch in full-screen high definition where possible.  
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jaded by the complexity of it all sometimes it's best to focus on a single thing: the tops of your shoes we just keep walking, though traffic whistles pass and the neon trails waver slightly before they leave us
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After the Violin Gypsies from Spain cause their own heartbreak Anthony Bourdain said I don’t know what that means maybe we all cause our own disasters in search of something to brace against
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As a tango dancer as well as a photographer I wanted to find a way to combine my two passions, so  I experimented with composing still life photographs featuring tango shoes and other personal items.  These are the top three images...
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She tells me I am panicking, to try to take steady, slow breaths. I wasn't panicking when this started, I was asleep. Asleep sitting up, of course, but unconscious, undreaming. I open my mouth to say so and a moth flaps out, like...
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Water in toilet is frozen. Shit piling up on top (took a good one this morning, though I don't know from what). Mop bucket of water harvested ten days ago to flush toilet is frozen solid. Four-inch icicle depending from kitchen faucet. Pissing in kitchen sink. Piss frozen. Sink nearly full. Kitchen sink of frozen piss. Met a howling,...
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The Albany Public Library Foundation celebrates poet and teacher Lyn Lifshin this year as a 2019 Literary Legend, together with author Peter Golden and poet Dan Wilcox. Please tell friends, and consider joining us for the gala in October...
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After a long period of introspection, I have come to believe two things: 1) that human intelligence is vastly over-estimated and 2) that human communication has broken down. Not much else examines this so closely as this poly-polar fraktal...
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This year, Submittable raised its prices by over 100% to publications that previously received literary journal pricing. In our case, this price hike went from $187 to $444 annually. We refuse to pass this cost along to writers and artists,...
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https://soundcloud.com/rc-james-user841120068/z0001186 Jhonny Flaymz wuz tha mos’ baddass rocah in da sevun sounze districk dountoun dadda. Cum bak to da flatt wun nycht hardon mynd trubbled extreeme ubout Jadah Queen, hiz wunce apon uh mattress 2 tymer crunsh. Jadah plejj ta him fuh lyfe ez wee...
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One night, as they stood outside their cave, the stink of smoked leaves and urine still choking their breath, they had visions of mushroom clouds. Terrified, they ran back in, trampled over bison hides covering snoring bodies, grabbed all the stone tools, and smashed each and every one.
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.john threatens mary. .attempted murder. .there were traces of blood. .hiding the body. .the confession & doing time. .john reflecting on his behaviour.
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On the last day a homeless man offered a woman with a briefcase a lecture on living                                 & she listened & the man with a daisy applique on his t-shirt rested his leaf blower on a lawn                                                                 look up no one is ready to call it a...
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Tax Returns

The IRS said: By law we are prohibited from releasing hatchling barracudas hiphop trains into the tunnel Screw’s censored 2013 wall calendar footage from the show a profile of the terrorist what he claimed was art the transcript of what he said 90 puppies to be gassed assloads of...
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CQ DE OU-OZ HANNE

Oil on hardboard - 100cm x 51cm
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Sometimes a discussion helps. Sometimes it doesn't. It won't hurt to give it a try. I could lose those 10 stubborn pounds. You could harden a muscle or two if it makes you feel better. You know I love you just the way you are. Then I...
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Acrylic, pencil, chalk, ink on Kraft 280gm corrugated cardboard paper – 30cm x 37cm. After an image by Kent Williams.
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The Hawk

Standing on a stump, he talked of Peru and the mountains that pierce violet clouds. I am the hawk. Watch me soar. He spread his arms and spun, his poncho whirling, his hair sleek ribbons in twilight. I belong there, he said. I want to go back. Raising his arms...
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Lunch Date

The first thing I noticed about the golden eagle​ perched in our dead acacia tree was its shadow falling over mine like a pall. The second was the cactus wren, still alive in its right claw, eyes bright with resignation. I didn't care that...
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I worked hard to callous my hands so I could touch her. I worked hard to strengthen my arms so I could hold her. She should have known she was raking her spurs across my heart. I sold her horse because that sad excuse for dog food was taking her where...
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A wallow started by the hippos is the haunt of warthogs now. The sounder’s trine of little pigs raise holy heaven, godly grunts as though flung mud will make them categorically popotami. Wise baboons shriek and grin— they’ve long already learned that all the aping in the...
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Just Rest

The reason for writing will come. Birds will peck at the lime outside your door. The solid gray density of fall along the coast will someday make summer again. There's no way to repeat those moments on the stage, or out on the desert with...
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From T.S. Eliot’s “Macavity.”  Master criminals of the world, beware of blood on the seat, and prints on the stair. There’s no malefaction you can circumvent: Lockproof is on the scene, and onto your scent! He’s known to solve the most serpentine riddle as swiftly as...
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I feel a pull at my trouser leg while I wait for the light to turn green. I glance down to my right and there he is. He has the bluest of eyes and a full beard, and surely,...
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Swan Diver

She started taking small steps that grew longer until she reached the end and bounced her sleek body rising as she arced her arms outstretched before slipping into the water. Later she did the same her hair loose her body straight and slim as she sprung from a ledge floating above waves for...
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Quiet Baby

He worked as a framer, sawing and nailing rough-hewn boards for rooms made of drywall, climbing ladders until he blew out his knees. We have nothing in common, she said, but you make me laugh. And her eyes became slices as he poured her beers and slipped her big,...
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Skinny Legs

Girls called her Skinny Legs taunting her in gym and pulling off her towel to see the galaxy of sores erupting on her back. I can’t eat, she said. But my parents make me. Flapping her paper hands she uncrossed the tangle of her gray brittle legs wincing when...
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One day in the torridness, they were riding the railing in the white shadow of the arches, and laughing forever.
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Just dancing

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Reset The Humans loved to burn things up—witness what they did with Mars eons ago. After they torched Earth’s exquisite atmosphere, the cold blew in from beyond and even the heartiest of them died. Our race waited under the surface...
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Bilde 002

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john ordered mary to make his hot drink. later mary killed him.
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the first failed attempt by mary     to kill john under the  guise of sport.
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The images presented here represent a portion of my series "ConTEXTnaTURE," developed in 2017 and finessed in 2018. The impetus behind this project is a focus on the beauty of leaf structure, surface, and geometry. I chose to portray...
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There she goes, through the sultry, the murky waters, her name in dainty handwriting on a dark stern of Swahili mangrove— Allah’s signature in blue on the bow— as I watch from the sides where a tide of passion recedes to let her go.
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Using again …

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The Dark

The Dark I am not afraid of the dark. Sometimes it purrs at my feet, in a puddle, round and still. It oozes along the floor and climbs the wall and hovers there. I feel its warm breath. I am not afraid of the dark. My dog and I go...
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haphazard

throughout my life i held them responsible for the haphazard way they went down their roads dragging us along, but now that they are gone and I wander down my own dimly lit paths, dragging my own along, i now see the blindness that guides us all
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Jazz Tuba

“How Deep Is the Ocean,” his solo like Buddha preaching, telling us what we didn’t know we knew.  When my son was born, I stopped judging my own parents, my mother practicing cello each morning at 6, my father’s jealousy. Every family is tiresome in its own way. When the set...
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Ink and Pencil

 
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Visited Fitzgerald's grave recently...it's in Rockville, Maryland, next to a busy highway, in a small, nondescript graveyard next to a bunch of others who, by the looks of their gravestones, appear to be long forgotten. So we beat on, boats against the...
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particularities

There is a sense of humor to this project, but I hope to also stir thoughts around the rituals many develop around food. What foods do you like, but only in a particular way? Maybe I could create another image with...
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Bonds

“There are years we lose to people we didn’t realize we never loved.” —Philip Schaefer There are years we lose people. We didn’t realize how much we loved the myth of them. The warmth in the soft lining of the glove, absent. There are years we...
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Shadow Existence On the way to work a large bird flew overhead. I wouldn't have known it was there had it not wedged itself between me and the late morning sun. Bird Bath Some stories belong under the bathroom sink beneath a broken pipe where rests dirty water, toothpaste spit and soap scum. *** My...
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p9-iQVu66BQ Me and my zine Submissions are open for The Swaying Drunkard's Moose, and I'm so excited to start reading your poems! Unless they're about your cat. Your cat or Jesus. We don't wanna read those. PLEASE DON'T SEND SUBMISSIONS TO OUR OLD,TALLYHO site OR...
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Rezubian

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Down to the dust

Guitar and voice by RC James https://soundcloud.com/rc-james-user841120068/z0001070 Ain’ nuthin’ left here ‘cep six uv us an’ dry stahks ‘a corn. We’re up ta movin west soon as I sort out the T-Ford. Jenny, ma wife, is set to have anuther to make us seven. Got some taters...
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separation

I left you without saying goodbye though you wouldn't care I was Pluto and you the Sun an indifferent smog grew shrouding a giant with thousands of heads you cried and acidic tears burned my clothes and eyes your face got a lunar spot my throat dried and...
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Buddha Man Blues

for Muddy Waters On the Mississippi bottoms West African griot rhythms filter through Spanish moss swaying over the river bank. Lovers find their own cadence, song settling into their hands moving over each other’s skin. At night in the juke joint, his face commands the stage, he nods, beams,...
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is the diagnosis that dings even your casual observation that things may have finally gone to shit. Your joke that mouse droppings in the garage will carry contagion the moment antibiotics stop working will be met with reassurance and no one will laugh. Instead,...
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I’ve laid by her for ten years now beneath these creaking boards an axe between my long-gone eyes a spectacle of gore. She rests beside me so composed in mournful pallid sleep the knife between her once proud breasts buried in her, deep. We once were lovers...
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The Battle

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My friend has

had a baby. I go online, buy a present, click ‘gift wrapped’ (I don’t need to see tiny, sleepsuit feet). I visit them, hold him, even carry him to his nursery, sit in a rocking chair and sway anxiously while I question why my heart weighs more than he does. At the top of the stairs I...
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Return Policy

There’s a squabble of greying women knitting at our local coffee stop. They are talking about dumpster diving—how survival is another’s refuse. I swipe hairs from the bathroom floor, the shower, the sink—knot them together for a winter nest. The girl who...
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.the bear. .lucky elephant. .monkey. .mouse. .yellow bird. .the hawfinch. .words.
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The first time this goat fainted I wanted to pack him in a crate & ship him back home for his safety. It’s hard as hell to watch him lying on his back with his stiff legs in the air & he faints a lot; barking...
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Down to the dust

https://soundcloud.com/rc-james-user841120068/z0001070 Ain’ nuthin’ left here ‘cep six uv us an’ dry stahks ‘a corn. We’re up ta movin west soon as I sort out the T-Ford. Jenny, ma wife, is set to have anuther to make us seven. Got some taters an’ dry beans in the root...
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In November 2017, when the cottonwood trees were golden leaved, I toured Georgia O'Keeffe's home in Abiquiu, NM. —Kelly DuMar
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Man on Knees

Can't recall when the conceit of breaking through barriers into a different & more colorful world occurred to me, but it did. In the film, being here at home represents suburbanite stasis. It represents being stuck in one place:...
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