Monthly Archives: March 2015

Piano (Piece Two of Five)

My other boy cousins were so into sex by then that they were tiresome. Most of them were around sixteen and having enough wet dreams that their libidos were a new topic between their mothers. I knew this because, being … Continue reading

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Piano (Piece One of Five)

gravicembalo col piano e forte I am piano. I am a harp supine, encased in echo, felt, hammered. I am piano but I sound loud. Say me soft: piano. piano. pianissimo. Still it sounds louder than forte. I am the … Continue reading

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Ignorance (Whoops)

I owe myself a piece of poetry and I can’t think to write on anything except how unaware I seem to be, except how unprepared I am for spring. The equinox has passed and Easter looms, but I am stuck … Continue reading

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Cous Emmoch (3 of 3)

I guess, generally, I didn’t follow Mom’s advice. I’m much more likely to follow my daughter’s. She’s now at the parenting age, and I won’t be surprised if she starts in on the experience soon. My mother is alive and … Continue reading

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Cous Emmoch (2 of 3)

I outgrew the climbing a few years later, but I didn’t outgrow the tennis courts. They continued to be a popular place for kids to gather. It was there I discovered that Betty was half-blind. Betty was our beagle. I … Continue reading

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Cous Emmoch (1 of 3)

My mother had a fat pussy. Not plump-fat but bland-fat, like a mound of bread dough. It was broad, sparsely furred, surrounded by girth. I didn’t see it often – not even she did that – but I can almost … Continue reading

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The Tenant’s Backyard

My neighbor’s yard is overgrown with daffodils, oxalis, lilies white as wax amid their leaves. Emplanted in the center of the rising green, a tri-fold lounger, blue and white, is left with head and foot ends pointing up. They look … Continue reading

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