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The Attic and The Avenue
“The Attic and The Avenue” 1. There was a time I loved someone who did not love me. Or, to be more fair, I loved someone who did not love me in equal measure:
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Factory
“Factory” Big black clouds, or black birds, are piling up out there: I hear thunder, and wonder what might be poised to fill in space. My spark walked away
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Mid-Morning Music
“Mid-Morning Music” Breakfast at the Bluebird Café, on a back street near my house- eggs & syrupy biscuit, black beans & black coffee. How many bluebird cafes are there
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"the Weekender"
“the Weekender” 1. Why hide if there is nothing to hide? I keep thinking of that Will Oldham song: “Gulf Shores.” Where are you? You runner, prince with a thousand enemies.
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“The Poet is the Meanest of all Liars”
“The Poet is the Meanest of all Liars” Chris told me what he read in my poems- the accurate deductions being, of course, far more chilling than the misunderstandings.
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