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They are eating the house across the street
They are eating the house across the street Giant slabs of flesh have already been torn from its skeleton The destroyers are even now, in the rain and the snow, surveying their plunder The man with the big white dog died And the skinny young woman slipped away in the night The doors and windowsContinue reading “They are eating the house across the street”
Season of Silence
Now that this strange season of silence is here I don’t trust my memory of the sound of your voice or the small exclamations of joy or pain that I thought slipped your lips and hung in the air like frozen waves waiting to crash Just to hear the sound of your breathing would beContinue reading “Season of Silence”
Season of Women
I don’t know too much About this new slow season of women But I’m afraid I’m going to learn Before I get a chance to catch my breath The questions that roll over me like the ocean rolling over an invisible whale are likely to drown me before I get a chance to swim awayContinue reading “Season of Women”
5:19
Every day at 5:19 I run into somebody I haven’t seen in two and a half years or sometimes three and sometimes I don’t even know if it’s me But this time it is At least I’m pretty sure Although I have been sure before only to find out I was totally wrong Sometimes IContinue reading “5:19”
