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I’ve Got You Under My Skin Mother sings Cole Porter to the luminous moon, Rodgers and Hammerstein to the sunlight. Head held back, she ...

Painted Canyon Jagged stone, fashioned by forgotten gods. Time and water—eroding sunset, stratigraphy bared by millennia.  ...

An Ordinary Day in fevered summer dry kids shriek and laugh in the pool cicadas’ shrill scratches the hours traffic rumbles ...

Movie War Story You get the call from your brother in New York at 9AM. It is sunny and cool and April 4th. Things happen fast when your...

A place with rooms and windows I'm not sure  that I will ever  stand this opulence.  in the basement there's a plac...

An old cat chases an imaginary mouse He still plays the game of cat and mouse. Stumbling to and fro across the house to ...

Two Poems Selflessly Offering no Solution 1: With Big Respect to Dylan T O save me, save me from embittered old age from b...

Cars in New York 1976  (after the photography of Langdon Clay)  The ice, implicit, only thought of…  in those darkened corne...

Nights in Cummings Cove Those nights illuminated by the moon whose white dagger severed the wet surface, highlighted the stal...

The Ship That Sailed The ship I boarded, finally, after so many failed attempts and with such light steps, has sailed on w...

Geraniums Dry geraniums nail their way towards  closed windows Stems  Leaves  Burnt tips No sanctuary from summer rays T...

Wolves Promises slip like a tongue between teeth  like a coin from a pocket to a gutter  men with nickel-eyes drop stars into...

Back Again come into the city the bright lights, suddenly remember all that has been forgotten, could be anywhere? no - ...

Parasite Sound unwanted as in wilderness undesirable as in shouting uninvited as a bushfire sound without the option sound...

Cassandra Works the Night Shift at the Call Center She works from 10 pm to 5 am,  because the money is better,  and prophecie...

Menopause This far out between heaven and hell she is still beautiful. She was beautiful, and relevant in a way that I was n...

al dente folding thoughts in the each of morning or the out of evenings and night these old examinations spaghetti thrown to...

A new normal for the community in the Blue Mountians Smoke seeps through walls we wake to gardens covered in ash burnt bus...

Words that repeat in the last verse  Keening, for example. Why does this sound, this cry, recur? Is it the diminishing ech...

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