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This is what it is to be in our time, to be openly anonymous, to hide nothing and in this exposure to be unseen. Visible invisibility is visibly invisible. I can see that you aren’t there and never were.
There are the all subtle, and not subtle, pleasures of anger and pleasures of hate. But what do you do . . . . . . what do you do? . . . when you begin to see that there … Continue reading
Despite the light’s warm clarity, that was the darkest summer of my life. She approached, then fled, then approached, then fled. An illusion like shimmering black silk in the night below her pale face. A mirage; she was a mirage. … Continue reading
You had called, unexpectedly, at midnight and I had slept, unexpectedly, through the beckoning tones. As usual, one dialed the other and the other did not pick up the phone. It all seems so random, this coincidence of a moment’s … Continue reading
suddenly mute. in a conversation so long, so intricate, so involved, so deep, that when it ends I cannot speak. why? confused, I try the voice and I hear my voice. its still there. then what isn’t? what isn’t is … Continue reading
Here is the link to the online .pdf chapbook “If I have to say . . .” If I have to say – pdf edition July 2012. This a short series of 15 poems, all of which were posted on … Continue reading
who would have thought it? . . . and out the window I hear fragmented voices, choppy and disjointed like schizophrenic thoughts. For just a moment they are here and in a moment they are silent. Silence. Are the voices … Continue reading
But now I . . . the wind through the honey locust throws the branches into commotion. but still this summer evening seems calm. just like this place here in the lowering light of day, so the intensity of my … Continue reading
weary The electric fan hums in the open window and the hot day slowly unwinds into the hot night. It is earliest morning. You want me and you don’t want me. How can you have it both ways, is and … Continue reading
The audio quality is poor, but it was the best that I could do.