Big Billy

Coalmaster, stoker of purposeful flame, worker of the bellows of hell, adept of the infernal majesty.   Mama visited him in Washington. He was lobbyist for a lathe turners union. They ate lunch at Ollie’s. A waitress fawned all over him, said he had paid doctor’s bills for her son; rank   humanitarian, Exalted Cyclops,…

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Two Trees

Arbor vitae, meaning tree of life: rooted in the sagittal section of sheep’s brain – little cerebellum and white-matter trunk, white branches tucked within it. The branches bare, as in winter.   Another, in the Kaballah – perfect orbs suspended, tied to the ceiling, to each other. Tattooed in the characters of a language whose…

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Grounded

He took his car and swerved down the side of the mountain, up the side of the mountain, overlooking the valley of trees, miles of green and farther away, the city. He drove fast and we screamed joy. No music. Just the wind, high-pitched, shrieking, racing with us around bends, curves, inclines. You flew. Mustangs,…

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Kate Douglas

Eurydice What would he say if he could see me like this: stinking of nicotine, sitting in the dark across from the fucker with fat fingers who’s never seen anything like me before.   Would he kiss me Or tell me to brush my teeth?   Nowadays I can drink a carafe of wine and…

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Driving Gone To Spring

small promise the mountains back deep in distant dawn as too   now a truck slows from great swell small and low, within   bladder is full and cells nervy enough sing freedom   for empty gravel, for roads which run and the dark differs   as all altitudes once, done and knowing this so…

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Apology

Today was hot and sticky in the way only august could be, and as I cut cilantro and strawberries I thought of how plants only flourish when you take care of them, and that the halves of strawberries look like hearts when laid side by side I’m sorry that my grandma taught me how to…

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