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Sunday for Spite
Posted on March 21, 2014 Leave a Comment
In that half turn from Oraton onto Chester, a boat and a stove kiss in the morning mist off the Passaic, crunchy brownish weeds vying to separate them – bland tang of a sticky communion wafer clinging to my tongue. I run it over my teeth, and look out the back of the Oldsmobile -the […]
Brick City Birthday Girl
Posted on March 11, 2014 2 Comments
There is a thrumming drone of Quiet Cool versus Hayward filter, bubbled up with beads of late evening horseplay – cannonballs jumped off the side fence, dusted with specks of HTH, and tired cicada banter, twisted timeless and tipping into moonlit-gilded white birch bark. Late June crackling and crunching beneath our Dr. Scholl’s – Goddamnit, […]
A Girl by the Bridge 
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