Tag Archives: Carl Boon

Hallway

You’ll be walking down the chipped hallway, paint green as a ghost, and suddenly it will shine, trombone notes, not the usual dilemmas of the leaky faucet, the Arab man in bed muddying your sheets. The music was always there, … Continue reading

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A View

Jupiter and Venus come later, when the boy practicing free throws goes away for supper. There are always gulls, and the girl on the 9th floor balcony across Buket Street smokes and texts her boyfriend. In her gray summer dress, … Continue reading

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Riffing Leonardo

Passion’s a man sketching faces and hands, sunset making the sketches glow beyond what he could make. You witnessed a grove of walnut trees to the west. You rose to hear them whisper his name in Old City, his shoulders … Continue reading

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