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Tag Archives: Scott Owens
1 Norman never hugged his sons, left his arms unraveled at his sides, couldn’t untie the knot of self-consciousness, eventually left with more than he knew undone. 2 First loves always end tragically, not a fading, but a sudden awakening … Continue reading
The Way You Can Sometimes Think About a Dream You’re In and Change It So You Come Out Ahead This Time or End It Just Before the Man with the Knife Finds You Hiding Behind the Door
Here it is always Tuesday, and the wind blows as if the house is never closed enough. This is another habit my body has picked up, like crying at bad movies, like lying in bed too long. There is a … Continue reading
The moon shines like always. there’s nothing new about its blue light on white stones in a night grown bright with flowers. It is not a quiet night. The weeds are wailing and gnashing their teeth. The willows are wringing … Continue reading
Tracy disappeared behind an angel in the center. We all knew he’d be the first to go. Keith stayed on the outskirts, moving from one stone to another, but never hiding well, afraid of disappearing in the darkness, never being … Continue reading
Thinking Mexico out loud drew stares of course mostly from people expecting a roll of words with r’s and l’s and ending almost always in o, or a bitter diatribe on unlearned language, stolen jobs, cheapened homes, or at least … Continue reading
eating from the table of your knee, rolling the warm clay of your leg? Did I dream your mouth around my ear, your tongue plying chords long silent inside me. Did I dream the thousand pinpricks in my body? Did … Continue reading