Tag Archives: Paul Waring

When You’re A Boy

holidays aren’t made for staying home. Legs ache to run, make footballs fly into open goals— even when it snows. Fingers roll marbles like big cats’ eyes, and feet and bikes never stop growing. Brothers are too big or too … Continue reading

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Oysters, First Time

From a gravel bed of ice milk-soft eyes stare from socket shells lemon-dressed ready for splash of tabasco or spoon of mignonette. A dozen oysters to scoop and swallow. You say that first taste is like kissing pillow-plump lips of … Continue reading

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Sleeptalker

By day it’s exercised to death; a tongue wagged for all it’s worth like the tail of a restless dog. By night it guards your side of the bed, chews bones of your thoughts, barks staccato snores. Through wafer-thin sheets … Continue reading

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A Big Something and Nothing

Arms of grief took time to let go, enough for her to see clearly what remained: accumulated dust of days; dried, dead skin of the past. That morning’s first glimpse; awareness that dogs still look at you with the same … Continue reading

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the girl who knew the moon

She felt the pull of full moons on distant cliff tops drowned in marbled light, telescopic eyes waiting to know and bore deeper each time. Her cocked ear heard magnets align currents like stars beneath a pained black sea. I … Continue reading

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