Monthly Archives: August 2011

~Esplanade~

~Esplanade~ ~there’s an angry carpenter building~ ~a table without any legs~ ~a mother teaching her children~ ~to fetch, sit up & beg~ ~the dogs of night make a prayer~ ~for the lady without any hands~ ~as she applauds the one-legged … Continue reading

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~The Last Violin~

~this piece is written for & dedicated to my Mother~ ~Carroll Hart~ ~7 September 1931~11 July 2004~ ~I Violin~ ~if the wood be my face~ ~I would howl~ ~I would~ ~hasten myself toward glory~ ~the grain of my skin~ ~would … Continue reading

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~Into Black~

~I may tell a little lie to the night~I may~cry a cup of tears~ ~yes I might~I may be sad but don’t you worry~ ~there are times we have had~they’re the best I ever knew~ ~& I may yet tip … Continue reading

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~A Child Is~

~when I was very young~I made a promise to myself~ ~I would come to know my children~ ~to listen & learn from them~ ~no gift compares~nothing in life lasts so long~ ~the only certainty I have ever known~ ~that children … Continue reading

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~Trees~

~tympany of armor~whisper leaves click~ ~roots of dawn~dinosaurs & ants~devour us~ ~give birth our children~god-brain consciousness~chaos~ ~catastrophe~stasis~reduced mobility~mordidity~metamorphosis~ ~blood on blood definition~diseased to survive~destined to breed out~ ~Trees~ ~like giant frozen ants~ ~they people the horizon~ ~are they marching or … Continue reading

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~Momma’s Rain~ (excerpt – chapter one)

~Momma’s Rain~ (excerpt – chapter one)   Momma is getting ready to go to work.  She is speaking to her oldest of four children, Timmy, telling him to tend to his three younger siblings.  Six-year-old Jerry has been punished and … Continue reading

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~Momma’s Ashes~

She lived a hard life in a world where survival was the everyday waterline of success. I left her in that white room six years ago to howl a lament in the hospital parking lot, what turned out to be … Continue reading

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