Tag Archives: Nancy Gauquier

The Weather

You didn’t know until you saw him describe the weather, and watched closely; when it was hot, his long hands sweated; cold, his toes became ice; rain, you saw the the lightning flash across his eyes, the thunder pulsing under … Continue reading

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Old Room

In this sequestered room, where my ex-lover faded and died of AIDS; a final fluttering moth crashing into the last flash of a burnt out light, already a frail skeleton when I returned from England, surprised at the door by … Continue reading

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Making Poetry

Lay the ingredients out on the clean table, like the magic elfin dust of childhood, the pressed petals of every love that dried up and drifted away, the dirt under your feet, wherever you find yourself, the times you were … Continue reading

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If you lost it

yelling at your mother that you hate her, before you leave her house, moving in with a musician on his way to addiction, coming down from speed in the middle of nowhere, waiting for the bus to eternal happiness that … Continue reading

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