Category Archives: Reprint

the dust

            is palpable tastes like licking the road             faces dry like lips                               like the cracked cheeks                               of a charcoaled body                         air can do that you know:                  BURN             that is why                  we must tongue the rain                                                                                     when it bursts                                                             and glut our soft skin      so … Continue reading

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Cold Feet

Along the edge of the ice, where the water is not still and will not freeze despite the winter, stands a goose and her mate. All around them are small, familiar mounds. The night snow has settled upon these mounds … Continue reading

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Films About Ghosts

“If dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts.”—Adam Duritz Skin flakes fell. Blood baked on the hot asphalt. The salty, metallic stench of sweat wafted in the summer air as the zombie shambled, chasing the frazzled sheriff … Continue reading

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There’s No Quiet in Her Silence

unless you consider the wail of a glacier as it splits down the middle under the shimmer of Aurora Borealis, the crack of lightning striking the crook of a branch so thick it creaks and crackles on its slow fall … Continue reading

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Death Mask in Red for Allen Ginsberg: April 5, 1997

Poetry is a stop sign—             either you get it or you don’t.             Surprisingly few do. After all, how many drivers                         ever really come             to a complete stop? This is a reprint of work originally published in Lāhaina Noon. Eric Paul … Continue reading

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Starfall: Perseids, ‘Aukake

Night draws me from my house. I gaze at the sky. A star falls. My mother, who believed God fills the sky, once said falling stars are the only gifts the heavens give. I remember my mother, gone now, only … Continue reading

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Product Placement

Place your tax break near my lower bracket and then brace for balance upon impact as I send you swirling toward the higher class of holy angels that walk amongst us here on earth. Place your precious lips around the … Continue reading

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