CONCATENATIONS

Row 1: ch 33, dc in 4th chain from hook and in each chain across (31), chain 3 and turn. Cells dividing into hives multiplying into frequencies honeycombing into an intricate fretwork of networks and signals and towers until there’s no more here or there, only a sizzling grid of electric honey and the dizzying [...]

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CARTOGRAPHIES OF LIGHT

Frozen morning’s bedside lamp an intrusive klieg light slicing away sleep’s velvety privacy. Cold air rushing in through the window frame, shiver of snow outside. Blurred plume of car exhaust toreadors up in a lazy nebula spotlit underneath the alley streetlamp, drifts like tangled strands of hair into the thorny crocheted lace of bare trees. [...]

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UNSPUN NOCTURNES

You dream your feet are tender and cold and bare. It is winter. You wear an ember-colored blouse. Someone is reading poetry. It isn’t like you to take off your shoes like this. (Prism, nacre, calcite, aragonite, abalone, mother-of-pearl, spiral, whorl.) Coin ricochets down in a metallic clatter, ropes shudder and creak, velvet shimmies up, [...]

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GEM CITY: A MIGRAINE DREAM

Coasting down foothills into Laramie. My father’s old gray Jeep: vinyled and squared, filigreed in lace cuffs of rust. Rockies’ chilled crust thrusts up hard, distorting the horizon. Perspective all askew: Mountains much too large and much too blue, looming up much too close too fast. I am not a child, but I slide back [...]

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IMPRINT

Only the day before, air bristling with Japanese beetles, all metallic ping and pinch. Grasshoppers Jiffy Popping under the sky’s blue aluminum dome. On the walking path, one of the last of the dog day cicadas stranded on its back and rattling its dry gourd of a body until I righted it. Small mechanical wind-up [...]

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“ARE YOU GONNA KEEP ON PEELING ME?”

A bouquet of prickles and stings: you weigh each thistled scale oneby one, drizzle with euphemisms: creamy, nutty, fleshy, green. What will happen when I’ve gifted all my nettles away? What’s left?Steamed flower to scoop clean out. Edible, pressure-cooked heart. You’re plucky and buttery,ruthless in your mathematicsof extractions and subtractions.A Fibonacci series of unpetaling. (Can [...]

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OMFG!

I just got slapped with a wet salmon – really – I haven’t updated since people stopped clapping and Tinkerbell died. You would not believe it!My hands were chopped off and I was waiting for bionics. My bad . . . I’m swilling chardonnay with only your readership as life preserver, distracted by the shiny, [...]

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WORD CLOUD

I made a Word Cloud out of one of my newish prose poems over at Wordle. I sort of love the depaysment of seeing all of the unraveled words floating about in the ether like that. You can see it here: Prose Poem Word Cloud Go make your own!

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MY DEAREST, MOST BELOVED AND ESTEEMED FRIEND, ANGEL, GUPPY, AND ROOT CELLAR:

I am joyous to tell you that one million, five hundred thousand calamata olives are ready for deposit in a Peruvian cave marked by a crop circle of silently humming signifiers. Fruit bats anxiously await your transmission of authorization via sonar and will alert the appropriate algorhythyms to initiate the transfer of importunities. Your most [...]

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SWALLOWED UP

Young swallow trapped in the upstairs landing by my back door. At first, it was only an unidentified disconsolate rustling among the plastic sacks. Then a glimpse of tired wing. Pull back a box and a panicky twittered swooping around the bare light bulb before coming to rest on the wall. Something almost bat-like about [...]

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