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Forty-nine times around now I told my diviner yesterday, she’s an expert on death, I said I don’t know what it is just lately, I’m feeling pretty okay about dying, there’s this slowly dawning sudden way it just doesn’t freak … Continue reading

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Dear Bunny

A long time ago far far away this Bunny in a very very dry place this Bunny looking for something, something hand-sized something dropped right around here Bunny stepping gently round and round reaches, takes your hand. Still looking, Bunny … Continue reading

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Barn Owl

This is how it is sometimes. Sometimes you just have to chop up a blanket and make yourself some wings.

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Dad: The Instruction Guide, Page 232

Year seven. Early weekend morning. Daughter still asleep. Get yourself up before the sun rises. Behold the angel on her pillow still, her quiet eyelids and everything. Wonder what she is dreaming. Limbs everywhere. Thank the Mother Above, Lord Jesus, … Continue reading

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chocolate chip cookies Thing about chocolate chip cookies is when they’re baking people feel this way smelling them, feels like Love. Me anyway, but U too, don’t U. Somebody is making U chocolate chip cookies in yr house or in … Continue reading

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Prairie Dog I tell my daughter things. Like this: this is how we filter the water from the river. This is how we fasten the hip belt and the sternum strap—these keep the weight distributed on our bodies. Or now, … Continue reading

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Soon

On Saturday I’ll be chained up to write for 12 hours. Come back here to see what happened. Or come by Sugarpill 900 E. Pine, Seattle, 11am-6pm to see live “posts” and throw assignments into the cage. Photo documentation by … Continue reading

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Chained to a Desk

I’m chaining myself to a desk. On Saturday, June 7, I will be chained to a desk for 12 hours, writing. Making peace with the Muses. Come by Sugarpill on 900 E Pine St from 11am to 6pm to read … Continue reading

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cRage

There you go walking hRd ahead with yR hands jammd  tight in yR pockitts,  maybe late 4 yR bus or  maybe yR marriage now,  it’s prying up the BIG rocks  aftR all these yeers and there, there in the mud,  … Continue reading

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River

The mind. How we wake up sometimes right when we go to sleep. I mean roving over vast rolling meadows in the sunshine, meanwhile crashed out warm in a little house, but up slowly one green hill and down the … Continue reading

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When You Grow Up

We change our minds, don’t we? Those of us who dreamed one day of being a teacher, or a firetruck or whatever. This counselor who wanted to be a tug boat captain, he majored in forestry. Those moon dreams and … Continue reading

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Three Days After Your Birthday

Bring me oranges And garlands of course of Flowers, something very red—hibiscus Make rings of many colored petals around my eyes, one, two Trumpets. Hire trumpets, flashing golden in the sun And call my mom. Tell her now, tell Her … Continue reading

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Nobody Knows What Comes Next

I almost missed it but I didn’t miss it. See. Trying to get my kid to bed, I’d said already four times brush your teeth and finally, there at the bathroom sink, both of us brushing. Finally. I am efficient … Continue reading

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Tennessee

Suppose, shall we, in a clearing circled by trees tall like rain in the starry sky, the trails of small birds by day strung from one to one, around. In this clearing twenty-two of us circled around one good fire … Continue reading

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Reading to Mom

I had a real good Mom. One day, one day after I was all grown up and she couldn’t walk anymore, she said, “Read to me.” So that’s what I did. One day she said read to me and that’s … Continue reading

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Two People Dancing

In a room full of people dancing—a dark and pulsing room where each and every dancing dancer hears what she hears. There are as many songs in here, perhaps, as there are fingerprints. For this one here in the black … Continue reading

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222.santa

You hear bells and quick like a cat you scurry under a truck and crouch there watching. Your elbows ready for anything. Watching. And there for all the world coming down the middle of the street with so many animals, … Continue reading

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333.softLanding

The moon. There she is. The grass wet so wet, and everybody sleeping. The rabbits even. But me. Awake with this steaming drink, on the toilet of all places, just thinking. Thinking about bright tall daisies and the dead beneath … Continue reading

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49.checklist

Four stems, one between each two toes. A fountain reaching, falling over itself. Ninety-five wooden spoons lined up just so on the grass. Children with bells, round and round too fast to count. One broken feather. One stone. A heap … Continue reading

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484.cloud

One day flying over the wide wide green sea I found there in front of my eyes, yes I did, a lofty big cloud with terrible fringes, flying fierce in the wind. All the way around this thing jagged flaming … Continue reading

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How we slowly landing and landing

This dark morning our young daughter walked sleepy into our room. She said first one thing and then another thing. She said:   When you have a dream and when you have a pocket in your pajamas then if someone … Continue reading

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Pepper

In this quiet breakfast hall after morning meditation, fumbling with eggshells, my fat digits reaching for pineapple, I am primate. All of us. Hairy. Waking up in here, thinking thoughts. One more sip of this hot drink and I sit … Continue reading

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289.concussion

I don’t think I have a concussion. Walking just walking to the store I turned my head but I didn’t know I turned my head looking at those movie posters to see if that one is Coming Soon that one … Continue reading

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Questions I ask myself trudging ass uphill before dawn in the dumping ass cold rain Q: Are your feet dry? A: Yes. Q: Did you sleep indoors? A: Yes. Q: Choose: brown or green? A: Green. Q: Did your wife … Continue reading

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55.planets

over the great white ocean top through storms yes and trials, you came to me arms flung wide, camellias in your hair. we are both of us planets, you said, spinning round each for each. so show me something—one of … Continue reading

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Not haiku, and stolen

Whoever can bend the thickest metal in the entire world can brush my teeth.

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My favorite animal is the sunset.

Sometimes when the sky is orange pink red and there I am my body just sitting on a stump watching, sometimes then I can feel all the way down my legs connected. To something greater, one likes to say. To … Continue reading

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Stay

If we of this North refrain from escaping to some or other tropical clime (where coconuts, yes, but every day is the same, except well, monsoons) but if we do stay here through the dark and wet and dark some … Continue reading

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1-10.yourgrandma

in the dark quiet long night warm under this and that big quilt grandma made her hands stitched to her heart’s beating, her feet tapping, some silent music she was just one whole person. fluid and loving you through any … Continue reading

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77.verbatim

I’ll tell you. Every dream you’ve ever had, Baba, the pictures are still in your mind. I have hundreds. Infinite. I don’t know how to choose what to tell you. The mind never dies, Baba. Even if you die, the … Continue reading

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iPhone

I got the iPhone 11 finally. It sends and receives messages from the dead. You can set custom alert sounds, so a message from Mom sounds one way and then, well, if Gandhi or Mary Mother of Jesus gets back … Continue reading

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10-1.ambivalent

ambivalent, some of us. this grey raining place so green. and the coffee. oh we need it. fair trade. hot ground. yes. queers can marry now. berries are free. we share salmon. coffee though, as I was saying. lifeblood. if … Continue reading

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99.seattle

33 Last night when I got home after dark, wet and coughing, again, I wanted to move to New Mexico. Or New Guinea. My wife said no. So. I started writing love poems instead. 99 I don’t know about you … Continue reading

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1-10.capitulate

1. Capitulate. 2. Folding parachutes. 3. Wonder why do. 4. Just folding parachutes here. 5. Bring hot drinks, will you? 6. When the rains come, we paint. 7. We paint, play, sing. Everything gets green. 8. Except, of course, deciduous … Continue reading

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110.marriage

She’s Jewish and he’s Christmas. It’s a good marriage mostly. He’s had to learn certain songs and, of course, to eat strange foods at prescribed times of year. She’s excused him from the porous fish in a jar, and he’s … Continue reading

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121:whitebird

11: This grain of rice in my palm. Never has exactly this. 121: Overhead. Enormous white white bird, legs folded under. She is long-necked and going somewhere. Fast. Hunter of fish, perhaps, with one of those names: Great or Blue … Continue reading

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1-10.hark

1: Hark. 2: Bring pie. 3: Yield to reason. 4: Merry. Be so ever. 5: When yonder heart breaks, gather. 6: One potato. Roll down the hill. 7: Heavy rain. Stay in bed. Read, read. 8: Oh, ho, for the … Continue reading

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Personality Test

1. When I eat an orange, I a) plan ahead for getting my hands clean after. b) give no thought to the future. c) swell up and itch.   2. When I see a bit of rope on the ground, … Continue reading

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Once on a long planet ago pages and pages spread in the shining sun rolling overhills and so upp upp upp we climbed, isn’t it? Tired oh tired eyes this place bright like butter. Climbing yes oh that birdlet remember … Continue reading

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Welcome

Psst. The grey-haired canteen attendant sweeps me in off the sidewalk. Tea, he says when I get to the door. He is not asking. Shows me where to sit. He’s watched me walking by here when the math department is … Continue reading

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Once upon a time a tall tall maiden with flaxen locks all the way down her long long back, she lived in a kingdom of sparse trees, rolling rolling hills. A tree here, a tree there but space oh space … Continue reading

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Walls

We build them, don’t we? For shelter, or for the simple act of demarcation. You could step right over this, but now we both know it’s my yard. There are good colorful toys for wall-building: they click into place just … Continue reading

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Confidence

Oh, yeah, we were all over each other in the beginning. A thousand tangled Saturdays. Remember? But eventually, like everybody, we’d fall asleep having talked of money and yardwork. Or mad. Still though, sailing in the same craft, finding each … Continue reading

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Best thing just happened. Writing in my sleep. You there Warm. Dreaming. Pancakes.

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99.acorns

If we had an entire bowl of acorns, we could throw them, one by one, at poverty. And be patient. Some will land on soft enough ground. Then. All those big oak trees right up in the middle of everything. … Continue reading

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99.clean

Sister mermaids picked these apples, don’t you know. Now, papa mermaid, this is how we cook in our language. Like this. Put them here in the pot. (Papa thinking oh how clever I am to have brought home, as bath … Continue reading

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99.apartments

The smell of onions. Meanwhile, somebody walking again upstairs, somebody checking the mail. Might flush or something and we’ll hear it. That’s how it is in the city, this strange intimacy. So many animals in so many boxes, stacked like … Continue reading

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99.newspapers

Newspapers on the early early boat, and I say, people, that is no way to start the day. Just saying. Start maybe with little doses of beauty. A little oxygen in the blood, a little birdsong. Fragrant hot drink. Later, … Continue reading

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