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Tikkun Olam
Posted on August 15, 2014 Leave a Comment
The world is sad, unjust, tormented, broken – but sunscrubbed hyperbole will never mend it. Isolated, singular refrains of trumpeted exegesis are inadequate, ineffectual in our muted universe, if the purpose is one of repair. We must love the words we speak. The world is joyful, righteous, untroubled, perfect – but vitriol will never break […]
End of Shift
Posted on August 7, 2014 Leave a Comment
Inflated insensitivity clocks out at 7:30, hoisting its Michael Kors bags on twin, still-painless hips, and smoothly bouncing past a faded blonde, head in her hands, crouched on the curb and muttering prayers to her feet, because death – even when anticipated – is vulgar and unexpected, isn’t it? They cross the driveway to the […]
Manhattan Has No Safeways
Posted on June 24, 2014 Leave a Comment
On the cliffs of the Palisades, it is never sure whether what is heard is the sound – or the unsound. Thunder or the blasting of rock. The rumbles are low, and often dimly-sensed in the background of an empty morning’s distance, the growling stomach of a half-starved afternoon, brimming with bare truths. Truths which […]
Thunder is Thunder is Thunder
Posted on June 23, 2014 Leave a Comment
Stealing your thunder – I can do that, you say, while evenly flicking rubbery drips off the side of a bottle. Dark and syrupy drips, sweetly sad with indignant envy, that thunder bounces and beats behind me – and I ignore it as best I can – but, nanosenconds apart, it’s upon me and inescapable. […]
The Middle
Posted on June 19, 2014 2 Comments
Having it both ways, manic agitation glides into an obligatory forced dichotomy of thought. A quivering bipolar blanket of murky gleam and glisten suspending a sightless surge. Above a muddy underline, an urge of plainly brown tide shades before the undertow out ahead of a broken wave, anticipating the impending draw. Contrary? If you must […]
Labor of Unforgiveness
Posted on June 17, 2014 Leave a Comment
Late struggle lumbering – can’t breathe, can’t swallow – shallow skin, shiny and taut with the anticipation of a thought caught in the throat like a knot. Choke on that, won’t you? Smiling, swiftly slit in the back of my mind, is what I would say – and mean it – no, really, MEAN IT […]
Reason
Posted on June 11, 2014 2 Comments
Persistence wends its way through me, and dogged determination is my downfall – rendering me as emotionally aloof and socially distant as a rosy clan of Irishmen on Christmas Eve, before there’s been anything to drink – born of those same people who show up for a free dinner, but not the funeral of your […]
Tree of Knowledge
Posted on June 11, 2014 1 Comment
Along this leaning tree overspreads a crooked arm, wan with tired views and news of reaching, forlorn and telling, assiduously bristled in barky intent and knowing. It always meant to branch out in a random shuffling of limbs its mistakes of revelation – no telling where they would lead. But wakeful indecisiveness, anchored by dreamy […]
Opposites of Truth
Posted on June 6, 2014 Leave a Comment
Drawn up on my tongue like a syringe full of potassium – with so much thought and effort – is all the manufactured insouciance, spit back undeservedly into the air. The words are sucked back into self-imposed, semi-forgotten vacuity, committed only to my memory, where I carve them into the stone of what you don’t […]
Opening Day
Posted on June 5, 2014 Leave a Comment
The shore’s greatest stretch is what they called it – the sport of kings – which I knew it wasn’t and took for bullshit. An excuse to be in the sun on a weekday afternoon an inch away from the beach in spectators, handicapping behind the paddock, is what it was. – Pick a horse […]
A Girl by the Bridge 
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