The Painter
Our mother lines the dining room with blue painter’s tape,setting the boundaries for new beige walls.Her movements deliberate
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First Funeral I remember looking mostly at the grass, the sky, and the coffin. Everyone wore black,and I must have Bomber flies steal honeymeant for bee larvae. The cuckoo embezzles spacein the warbler’s nest, shoves out the true eggs. Frigate No Sympathy for Evelyn1 Take the money and run Evelyn in the alley, Vancouver is the template and the from the middleofall this honeyapples are bornall these funny namesfor the great beyondgreat bee yawnapples are born from the middleof Listen to a podcast of Mark James Andrews’ “condoms on the handlebars of a rusted bicycle.” three sneakers are dangling » Continue reading condoms on the handlebars of a rusted bicycle by Mark James Andrews… Beyond your sliding glassand shallow deck I watched you stand upon the banktower tall and marble dense your outfit made To build Michael JacksonGod stole a bone from each of us. That’s why no matterwho you are some partof you Listen to a podcast of Stephen Longfellow’s “Happy to be Hamlet.” A dog is barking somewhereevery moment. This one—just » Continue reading Happy to be Hamlet by Stephen Longfellow… A cappella My father was sick.There was an avalanchebehind his eyelids. My mother was the slow tickof a grandfather clock.Carved |
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