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Tag Archives: Jason Fisk
Codependence
He ran by the tree every day and with each passing he would reach up and touch the scar that was on either side of the branch He imagined a group of boys on their way home from school hanging … Continue reading
The House Sparrow
We were enjoying dinner alfresco and the kids were throwing bread crusts out into the street We all watched as the birds fluttered from the havens and stabbed their loot like knights jousting for a fair maiden You know that … Continue reading
The Bullfighter
He was an adult and he was dying. He had not had a physical since he left his parents’ home two decades before. Cancer knows where it can live undisturbed; it moved into his esophagus. He moved back in with … Continue reading
The Giant Exhale
The winter exposes the bones of the landscape, the skeleton of the world. I have cried at the table because the meal brought me back to who I used to be. It was easier to put a dog down when … Continue reading
Lazy Afternoon
In the suburbs where biblical names and their derivatives flourish and for sport we read lost-pet signs and speculate as to the animal’s demise (My favorite is coyotes) And we judge the owner’s loneliness by the size of their reward … Continue reading
Accessible Poetry Metaphor
Some people like to dress their newborns up in cute clothes pink frilly dresses blue sports team shirts funky silkscreened onesies fuzzy footsie pajamas with cute animal prints maybe a lion or an elephant or a penguin I prefer the … Continue reading
The Money Artist
He loved how the paper submitted to his will folding under the pressure of his fingers Each crease held feeling Every paper pleat possessed love He hated the unappreciative after he gave his folded paper away Their indifference heightened his … Continue reading
It’s Natural
I used to think that it was silly that my dog would always bring me her toy and present it to me always so proud of herself It seemed so primal, so base I changed my mind today when I … Continue reading
3 in the mourning
He sat on the floor in the purple music room The lights were adjusted just so He sat down crossed his legs and leaned against the wall He listened to record after record after record There was a dirty spot … Continue reading
Caring
Weariness hung in the winter air cold concrete and asphalt warm breath spilled from their mouths un-hated heads exposed The signal told them to walk The woman started across the six lanes road and then suddenly stopped turned back and … Continue reading