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Tag Archives: M. N. O’Brien
Our sullen preparations finish without haste. Slipping, as one does off the finger, a lone water bead, flicking a leaf tip up, dropping weight after the rain. The pearl falls as one does, after the without, sinking in fertile earth. … Continue reading
Broken shale, I wondered why I saw everything as an animal, with a soul. How long were you underwater? Did I dry you out when I brought you up? Is that why you crumbled? I wanted to remain sentimental. I … Continue reading
Pipe-walking alongside the raging James River thriving with herons, I rediscover love and our graffiti, reading James, is that you I smell? across the canal. There is nothing unheroic about you or your bridge, threading water along the margins. Graduates … Continue reading
Outside, streetlight orange orb gas light. 5 AM fog. Haunted air but you’re behind the hotel television a jungle of wires, vine cables. Fiddling. And I should be asleep according to the doctors and ads on the internet MSN homepages … Continue reading
Does Seurat know about your lines? What does he think? I’m at the harbor wearing a trench coat, watching seagulls, fancy bedfellows in corduroy, and warped wooden docks, thinking of phone books buried in salt. I guess it’s bourgeois compared … Continue reading
Autumn inaugurates with puzzled children pouting in classrooms as others stare like parents slowing down at the drive-in theater of a car crash wondering how one should feel, witnessing filaments of leaves craft the hours into dusk. M. N. O’Brien … Continue reading