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Fuego al fin
(blog entry)
The fire swallowed the julienned strips
of last year’s news
in centripetal gulps
faster than the eye could understand,
burning the same way the years of adolescence
raced from one story to the next,
trying to sate the thirst
that had deepen...
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Vegas
(blog entry)
after dinner, I ate a bowl of avoidance
soaked with almonds and honey.
belly full of rice and amaranth,
heart running from the
airstrip that leads straight to Vegas.
i taste the way the flakes and crumbles
fortify me and protect me, for a ...
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travels
(blog entry)
This highway drags on,
stacked with one metal cage after another,
going somewhere that I can’t see from here.
They might be going to Tulsa,
or maybe Poughkeepsie,
maybe just to Aunt Faye’s house
on the other side of Denison.
All I can s...
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the new year has come early
(blog entry)
The new year has come early,
a two-month leap that loops us back
to people who measured time with different feet.
The beginning is now,
when we talk easily through death's screen door
to our fathers,
to our friends who died of sadness,
to t...
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san francisco
(blog entry)
cajun lilt over the speakers
in the people’s breakfast haunt.
today is antonio’s birthday and I drag him
blessings for the year, along with one foot.
outside the window, black eyes meet mine,
walk away,
meet my eyes again,
smiling.
open ey...
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The fire swallowed the julienned strips
of last year’s news
in centripetal gulps
faster than the eye could understand,
burning the same way the years of adolescence
raced from one story to the next,
trying to sate the thirst
that had deepened with each year of drought.
There is Ferocity in these flames,
Ferocity that lengthens into a bridge
from those years to right this minute
transforming arms into wings
that power lightning-fast
plunges to pluck essential things out of midai...
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after dinner, I ate a bowl of avoidance
soaked with almonds and honey.
belly full of rice and amaranth,
heart running from the
airstrip that leads straight to Vegas.
i taste the way the flakes and crumbles
fortify me and protect me, for a moment,
from speaking to that airplane directly.
as lovely as that airplane is,
as good as that trip will be,
I’m walking east,
away from this runway.
Sun, February 15, 2009 - 9:02 AM
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This highway drags on,
stacked with one metal cage after another,
going somewhere that I can’t see from here.
They might be going to Tulsa,
or maybe Poughkeepsie,
maybe just to Aunt Faye’s house
on the other side of Denison.
All I can see is their slow progression
towards the stoplight that brings
so many stories to a halt.
Midstream stops the eight-year old’s
catalogue of robots from old-school Tokyo.
The organizer’s self-important planning
stops with one foot in the air.
...
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The new year has come early,
a two-month leap that loops us back
to people who measured time with different feet.
The beginning is now,
when we talk easily through death's screen door
to our fathers,
to our friends who died of sadness,
to the grandmothers of grandmothers.
This New Year's Day vibrates with the relaxed shine
that tired parade folk feel
after the procession has reached the altar,
five hours of singing,
a hundred breaths of dancing,
a thousand heartbeats of footste...
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November 23, 2007
Beautiful sista. Scott and I had an "I love Jodie" moment in the kitchen yesterday. you are a pillar of wisdom, beauty and authenticity that is rare to come across. Glad to be blessed by your friendship. Hope we get a chance to deepen it. L, M
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