Bukowski

We lay in bed and smoked cigarettes. She wasn’t allowed to smoke in her apartment, but figured she’d find a way to cover the smell when the time came to move out. The future never concerned her much. Untouchable, unknowable things never did. Her naked leg rested on my stomach as we talked about the…

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Jean C. Howard

Tulips for my sister (Hep C Series)   Just as they have aged, seven days within the vase,   Just as yellow turns onto itself to view the summer’s guttural dreams,   And red has let loose its fiery skill, turning heart’s layers to flames and film,   They now curl up as most delicate…

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West Bank

My grandfather snapped fish spines off the coast of Tel Aviv. Slick carcasses slipping through his coltish   grip as though they were still alive and thrumming, kicking in the Adriatic. Latent instincts for survival sparking through the only dormant muscles in the desert.   Stripped to his tawny chest he would wade knee-deep in…

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Power

wrapped in headscarves and blankets you wait on your wooden rocking chair sky black with the stars falling around you like leaves of autumn for it is that season where change is inevitable and the air carries cold and new riches to your nose and mouth with dawn approaching as fast as it does you…

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Footnote to a Footnote

Jacuzzis are holy. Garage door openers are holy. Back-up cameras and recycle bins—all holy. Putting the red flag up on the mailbox, waving at the elderly getting my toes wet with dew—holy, holy, holy. Keeping my eyelids open and trying to sleep like fish, signing my name with less letters and more scribbles, counting crows…

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Juvenescence

ju·ve·nes·cence ˌjo͞ovəˈnesəns/noun: juvenescence The state or period of being young.   Hours unrequited in coils round the orb Fled skins ride slip shod over freshly mown lawns A hiccup, a sneeze, a tongue clipped by the shut door Beyond reach of recovery in the suburban predawn Bottle fed hours a morning worm tried down throats…

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