Tag Archives: Mike Faran

We Are Simple At Sea

Just a converted tugboat, blue and white with a small motor and good beds down below She doesn’t mind the long, silent hours while I write She gazes at the coastline, steers us away from possible wreckage She cooks bacon … Continue reading

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Alone in America

she needs help getting carlos down from the high eucalyptus tree but doesn’t know how to go about getting it doesn’t know 911 or the neighbors or animal rescue she doesn’t know english only knows that she doesn’t have documento … Continue reading

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One Perfect Train

It was a peppered-colored sky that day the darkness drifted with darker clouds it didn’t matter – what does when you’re 32 & in love? Signals flashed & I stopped That crazy train was longer than my daydreams of you … Continue reading

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Living Alone with a One-Eyed Cat

Mornings I hear the whoosh of cars trucks & buses on the damp windy boulevards Sometimes I wonder about waffles & wish I’d paid more attention when she was still here. It’s called a waffle iron, she’d whisper as if … Continue reading

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San Francisco, 1963

Mr. Gathercole was curious about this business of me writing poetry – it disturbed him. He made it a point to have a talk with me soon after we were settled in. He made it his duty, but never could … Continue reading

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