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He wakes to find the ivory towerhe’d sealed himself into some time agonow held him captive, his spouse the prison guard, not the perfect princess she had been. While staring out the window one dark night,he sees a bird across the way singingand calls it with a promise of his love,in return for something he’s Read more
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After three days I became worried, worried that my phone was not out of order, that I’d left it plugged in. I worried that something tragic thing hadn’t happened to a member of your family, that you weren’t lying dead next to your phone I worried that your memory was fine, that you weren’t lost Read more
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he left on tiptoe feetcame with noise of laughing friend-voices, bursts of orange-red-yellowsunlight, slap-cracking screen doorsleft once, returned and left andcame back again,muffled in velvet Paisleylike soft confusion,he went.try to tell him, just try,it’s not the leaving that hurts,it’s the continual return,coming back and being had,of sand once white now strewn withentwined arms and legs Read more
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40 is younger than you think it is when you’re 40. Read more
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There once was a man who said I’d chased him away, with words of affection spoken in too harsh a tone. This may have been true, or he may have missed something in the translation. I wish I’d loved him so much I’d have missed him when he was gone, or lost or dead and Read more
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There once was a woman killed in the woods by a bear she’d caught and trained to dance to songs she’d written for him. The lyrics were slightly strained, but he was most pissed off by the music, for if he was to dance, he wanted to do it to songs of his own. Bears Read more
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My high school teachersaid don’t be so boy crazy.I preyed, to capture somedaythe perfect mate, but I failed.Crazy cat lady, today. Tanka Read more
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That first morning I awokeafter that first night I’d left and sleptaloneI thought your body was stillbesideme, I’d slept so deeply myright armwas dead weight that had takenyour place.Not quite fifty years later, it’s still here, a morecompatible other,resting by my side. Read more
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Life’s so pale these days, the minister of silence is singing me to sleep. There was a day when he wheeled us down the roads like a god. Why is he singing me to sleep now with words I cannot hear, quietly humming until I yawn and disappear. I am not the one who’s dead, Read more
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I used to be a burglar but I quit, quit breaking into houses I’d been invited to by men with promises like keys around their necks. Knocking on your door one night a computer came to answer, it said you were away and refused to let me in. The locks had been changed and my Read more
Words from Inside My Head 