Monthly Archives: May 2017

Desolation (after Josef Llimona’s statue at the Museu Nacional d’Art de Catalunya)

I’m headed toward a terrible outcome. How can I be sure? Ask anyone. They’ll tell you. How my Italian marble is too white and how I give in to myself way too easily, slumped over my arm without coordinates or … Continue reading

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Playing Doctor

He strokes her hair As she suckles his cock A grown girl At mama’s breast Reaches inside To taste What he’s made of For the sweet milk Double-timing In iambic Pentameter A hungry lick Doesn’t let go This lover man … Continue reading

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Ballad of the Homeless Woman

She lived behind the cyclone fence a few blocks from the freeway going down to Silicon Valley, hers an intertidal zone with big box stores like Home Depot and a 24-Hour Fitness where cars skidded past platoons of day-workers in … Continue reading

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UltraMicrotome Chekhov

I was arguing in the car with my husband about his best friend. His wife had cried to me over the phone. “Can you believe it? He said that making love to me is like caviar, but sometimes he wants … Continue reading

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Transcendentalists

Being that it was sandal weather and time for her feet to reveal themselves to prospective dating partners, Bernice wondered what color to paint her toenails. There were so many choices: reds and pinks were her favorites. Forget those navy … Continue reading

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Eddie Palmieri in the Bronx

First-timers expect to see Arthur Murray standing in a striped bow-tie, but all they see is me in my 501s and a black turtleneck, and a lot shorter than Mr. Murray, which is why I started to teach dance in … Continue reading

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Drug Money Down Payment

A drug dealer gave us the down payment for our house. I was in the first trimester of pregnancy and we were renting a space that could’ve been listed as a closet, one staircase above a pizza parlor. Everything was … Continue reading

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The Big Bang

followed by the Raptor Jurrasic Park the snarky Apocalypse Yeats’ Second Coming rides again two panoramic percentage points almost makes a killing Elijah opens a door wants a cold beer no chairs nothing to speak of what’s long gone John … Continue reading

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