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Tag Archives: Robert Wexelblatt
This is going to be precisely the sort of poem you relish most. The subject will be one dear to your heart, the diction not merely memorable but downright non-biodegradable. Like a tightrope walker avoiding the abyss on either side, … Continue reading
I’ll see you later. That’s what you said and it was as though you meant you weren’t seeing me, as if for weeks I’d been fading, blurring, so you could barely make me out, and that for now you regretted … Continue reading
Scrutinized the pencil space behind the toilet after she left, fingered the Caucasian’s fringe and sniffed the panes, found everywhere hid her hair, scent radiating from carpets, drapes—all redolent. Even on the vacant air weightless motes of her floated in … Continue reading
I would like to be surrounded by happy people. Well, perhaps not altogether happy. A steady happiness may make one dull, shallow, insensitive. So is what I really want to be surrounded by people who are worthy of happiness? Sadly, … Continue reading
Once upon a time a complicated cascade of fearful perils, parted lovers, crooked shenanigans, confused identities, unjust imprisonment, a usurpation, a drop down an oubliette, a grave wound, misplaced treasure, storms, shipwreck, a pack of ravening wolves, mean stepmothers, furtive … Continue reading
Having labored the steep way up we were a little bored by the dull, disinclined plane we meandered over, strolled on, sidled through, by humdrum landmarks that looked too familiar. The plateau appeared without end, more condition than process, no … Continue reading