Tag Archives: Bill Yarrow

Not Wanting To Write

I don’t want to write about suicide or surgery, fantasies or accidents, inheritance or capital gains. I don’t want to write about the body indulged, desires denied, tortures invented, pleasures innate, the instinct to wickedness, the pull toward God. I … Continue reading

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Loose End

With the crash of a hard drive, his world was destroyed. In the hall mirror, he saw the field mice eating their way into a plastic bag. With the crash of a bank, his world was destroyed. In the hall … Continue reading

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One Sick, Two Sick, Red Sick, Blue Sick

                                    I found a diseased fish                         wedged between             some boulders near the pier             I pulled it out                         its left white eye                                     well beyond compassion             its shrunken shank nolo contendere                                     I held it in my hands                         as if it were a gift … Continue reading

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Ajloun Castle

You, my little cat, are brisk and fluid I, like an owl, am stiff and staid You clambered up the high rocks and held out your arms The wind in a swoosh came up behind you Incredulous, I watched you … Continue reading

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