Morning Train

The sleeping passenger feels cold—shivers to wake, at dawn—discovering light coming in through the window—cool light at dawn. Another sleeping passenger feels cold—jerks to wake at the same time, at dawn—discovering light coming in through the window—cool light at dawn.  Both passengers are awake now, and realize they are looking at each other sitting across…

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Feel Silence

Feel what rhymes between us without words:a texture, a smell, a movement that acts,infuses more than show and tell. Body languagethe most basic, the most primal, the most real.This is necessity. We must be able to go onwhen everyone, everything, when the world, issimply deaf and mute. Communication existsbeyond print, beyond the repetitive sounds ofideas,…

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The Last Adventure of the Scorpion and the Frog

The worst thing you can say about her is that she was once your friend.Perceiving that you stood side-by-side, you courted battle fighting the giants, while she secretly cheered for them to win.On the last night you invited her into your home, you welcomed her to sit at your table, to eat, to talk of…

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Anthony Warnke

For My DaughterHow bad do you want to be Little Miss Fair? Tease your do out bigger, bigger than Big Nana’s hair. Only eat foods that you can drink. Better, start a blonde streak and forget to eat. It’s not me. It’s the men that care. And repeat after me, we care most of all…

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Hologram Baby

Baby I’m a disposable camera. Baby you stop me dead in my tracks, burn a hole in my brain. Baby I’m your biggest fan, I’m wearing your t-shirt, can’t you read the pop-calligraphy? — can’t you recognize your own handwriting? Baby I’ve got filing cabinets full of dreams you wrote, my office is dripping with…

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Phillips Instant Flood

Maria opens a blue-white boxof Phillips Instant Floodwhich gathers at her toes.She becomes a conduit(the room is filled with Epsom Salt)and slowly oxidizes.Now tarnish-greenshe receives a visitor.He is a lecherous old foolwho plates her all in bronzeheating her to flesh-warm temperaturesto pass as “fine” in private.I used to have anxietyin public places, shrinkinginto phone-booth hideoutsto…

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