Monthly Archives: March 2011

What My Friend Says

I can’t remember from where we drive except of what my friend says. But we head north and a little west up the sun-beat, barren valley.   We will pull into town when it is dark and see our way … Continue reading

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Hemmed in Slits

i Bird in winter’s bush flutters to the top, calls then flies out the angle of stone and undergrowth ravine, cuts the line of hills and catches his lift to the white smear of sky.   ii. The path interrupted, … Continue reading

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The Black Shape

Evil resides in the black shape I carry with me. I open the shape and look into its window. I talk to the shape and it speaks to me freely. I reach for the shape when I suspect something comes. … Continue reading

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Two Memories of Mae Raley

i She never prayed when Grandpa was at table. At head of the table his trained voice (which filled minds with perfected resonance) softened like a lullaby when invoking God, to as near a whisper as he could come.   … Continue reading

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