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Monday, November 8, 2010 The Woman The Woman I could not speak. Maybe loved more gently I could have. Maybe if there was a moon I could have. But only sun – a crazy glue unswallowed lips sealed slays weds impregnates itself. This is what I cannot say, this is what they refuse to hear: [...]

23.0ct.oz9 Pre Post Script

Little Russia/ thanks again to calliope nerve. this was written for my friend jim back in the days of smoke: Little Russia No one knows for sure how Maybe some ice age fluke Some shamanistic trance gone awry But some how it is there Just a few acres wild weeds witnessed by an empty house [...]

20. october oz9

So unsettled grey rains across the lake even the fire duller now as if unable to breath the airless air of your absence not the anxiety of waiting not the impatience of worry something though stranger knowing not wondering your absence has no remedy Moved things around for winter working this morning. a good hard [...]

6.october.09

So tomorrow shelly has a phone interview with an american employer. also has another Connecticut group interested in her. this november she’ll (maybe we’ll all go if the cash flows unclog) be in Connecticut for some teaching engagements and hopes to set up face to face interviews for then. sent some poems out today RATTLE [...]