Tag Archives: William Greenway

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Some psychiatrist once said a famous person was screwed up, since his handwriting never varied regardless of age or mood or anything else, which made me feel better because mine changes almost weekly, so that my bank often refuses to … Continue reading

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Xmas Story

Now it came to pass in those days, there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be taxed…And they all went to enroll, every one to his own city. Watching GWTW on the superstation bounced … Continue reading

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Musings

I I saw Montoya twice, hands hummingbirds sipping at the long stalk of her neck, those blue buds where the blood pulses, and playing the chords that crawl and span so far the Spanish call them “spiders,” tarantulas climbing fretted … Continue reading

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Mugs

Walking through a tunnel after getting off the metro, giggly with vacation inattention, we didn’t notice the four of them behind, nor the one in front who dropped his lighter at the top of the escalator, & bent over to … Continue reading

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Cunnilingo

It’s often spoken in the dark— a wordless, worldly wisdom we tell to the oracle instead of the other way round. When the ears and voice of reason fail, there’s a secret language that whispers to the silence inside, as … Continue reading

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Offspring

            …I set             So much on this Assumption. Now it’s failed.                         —Philip Larkin Lines come from the back seat above radio blare and road roar. Her kids are sparring, spontaneous, spouting what could be poem titles I want to pull over … Continue reading

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Leftovers

i.             Behold this compost! behold it well!             Perhaps every mite has once form’d part of a sick person—yet behold!                         —Walt Whitman I need a way to levitate and separate, starting with the stack of pink receipts on my desk, the … Continue reading

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