Monthly Archives: August 2014

Hindsight

The infant sees a point, a line, a plane, but must live years to wrap himself around the temporal dimension. Shaped a strange phenomenon, with neither form nor sound, our moments of existence are as blind as phalluses, as mute … Continue reading

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Thunderbeck’s Machine (3 of 3)

I notice when Sandy tries to get Liz gossiping (“Do you hear what they’re talking about? Can you believe it?”) and Liz does too. Sandy is clearly homophobic and definitely bad at whispering; she is forever being overheard. Liz must … Continue reading

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Thunderbeck’s Machine (2 of 3)

We don’t make it to the study. Ten-year-old Scott, who never walks when he can run, who actually tries to climb walls, Charlie’s nephew Scott finds us before we get through the doorway. We give up the idea of finishing … Continue reading

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Thunderbeck’s Machine (1 of 3)

I come around the corner of the house just in time to hear Liz complain. “Char-leeee…” her tone climbs as she drags out the last syllable. “My feet are hot. You know how much it bothers me when my feet … Continue reading

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Noticing

I didn’t notice pyracantha leaves until I tried to fit them in a line of poetry. I know the fruit achieves by fermentation autumn sparrow wine, but till I looked at leaves to make a song I never saw how … Continue reading

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Jetsam

The boats like liquidambar leaves were moored within a harbor slick as puddle glass. No tempest cut their lines. No vandal scored his mischief, slicing ropes that held them fast. Instead their hemp by decades of disuse was fungus-eaten, decomposing, … Continue reading

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Emotional Heights (End)

“You realize I lost the rest of my iced coffee in the course of that debacle,” she points out. “Let me say this. At Emotional Heights, iced caffeine will be readily available.” “Yeah. Yeah. And we’ll be able to get … Continue reading

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