Category Archives: Reprint

Window

Liver and onions, potato salad, bologna sandwiches…these were the things we called “dinner.” Our dog, Lunch, never came when called. I’d stand on the stoop at twilight and shout until I sounded like pack-a-day Uncle Jay, but still, my homework … Continue reading

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Discipline

June 1953, the second-floor classroom is motionless in the heat. Miss Johnson balances the long white wooden pole above us. The muscles of her short thick arms are knotted; moisture thickens on her upper lip. She hooks the pole end … Continue reading

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leaning towards the sun

            (for Charles Bukowski) in the old empire they placed milestones on the road to mark the distance from Rome from Senate and slaves Cicero, bread and circuses: life or death in the decision of a dictator’s thumb in reverse they … Continue reading

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black holes and rubber bands

slow moving nights pull stories from the sky from behind your eyes like wondering if we’ll be pulled over for that broken taillight on the short drive home we piece syllables together one by one but from a distance the … Continue reading

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reading by winter seas

there is a quiet storm that gathers inside when the words don’t come when the mess refuses to be made right when the entire history of a civilisation from Socrates down the inner life of a species is drowned beneath … Continue reading

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Salamanca

it was a cold one on the esplanade in Hobart the markets were set up, I was hungover and you somewhat less so, but we managed to walk through it all buy coffee, resist overpriced realist landscapes of locations nondescript … Continue reading

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cartography

grey skies, slick bitumen heartache hurls itself into the world, grateful to be heard—at the place where burnt rubber curved black lines over the edge (the space between two points on a map, erased) I wonder if it was inclination, … Continue reading

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