Tag Archives: Mark J. Mitchell

A Rosy Cross

A Bach fugue has the Crucifixion in it                                                             —György Kurtág You do not see him coming—his slow hands heavy with nails. His long face stays hidden beneath a black hood. His hammer’s just blunt— nothing else. You stay stretched out … Continue reading

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Affectionate Weather

The fog came back like it missed us, wrapping the city in pearl gray, kissing eyelashes and windows. The great red bridge became a myth, a short road to a mystery you aren’t meant to solve. Her towers poke upwards … Continue reading

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Litany: The Language of Silence

            The language of silence                         is a loose windowpane                         while fog licks past                         a wound that doesn’t bleed                         it is music in a lab coat                         waits on the other side                         of the street, raincoat open                         is chiseled with a plastic ring … Continue reading

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Magic Bus

What about the invisible wheelchair? she asked. Who drives it? Where do its wheels rest? Nowhere, child. Sit still. There are things you must pretend not to see. Is anything there now? No. So hush, child, hush. We do not … Continue reading

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Cubist Woman at Her Mirror

She revises a morning while renewing her face. She moves her eyes south and west to almost meet. With delicate impasto she traces only one corner of her curled mouth, allowing light to do her work. Then, staring at the … Continue reading

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A Ruined Book

That day he gave no tours he saw a book he’d loved brightly as the forgotten girl who gave it to him. It was time he looked through it again. The storm won’t come. Birds swirl above the park, their … Continue reading

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Blind Angels

Perched on gargoyles they croak sad hymns then fly away once they hear those songs bouncing back off a distant moon. Mark J. Mitchell studied writing at UC Santa Cruz under Raymond Carver, George Hitchcock and Barbara Hull. His work … Continue reading

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