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Seduced By Stone: The Moist Work of Grief

Seduced By Stone: The Moist Work of Grief

As someone who has been tasked in this world as an incurable wailer, I journey into the moist realms grief nearly everyday of my life. There is no way that I could avoid noticing how erotic a good grief-session can be. Take this poem for example---- Seduced By...

A Real Rosary:  Step by Step

A Real Rosary: Step by Step

Did you know that rosaries get their name because they are traditionally made of, well....ROSES! Imagine that! And to think--most of us assumed that all rosaries are made of plastic beads. Today there are certain orders of nuns in the Catholic tradition who still...

The Hiss and Hush of Maybe

The Hiss and Hush of Maybe

"Time is constantly running out, it seems. Seeking solutions leads to the discovery of new problems I cannot unknow. I miss the days of elementary school when it felt that just giving enough fucks was enough to move mountains, to feel that success was predetermined so...

My Grandmothers’ Name Is Rose

My Grandmothers’ Name Is Rose

"These taste even better now than they did in the summer!" remarks my son Montana, as he licks a frozen popsicle on this clear January day.  Indeed.  In the dead of winter, our bodies are longing for scarce fresh vitamins and antioxidants, so these fruity...

Bones

Bones

BONES the architectures of our inheritance are dancing us. Though we may walk deafened through the noisy fray, searching the blather of strangers for a clue. Though wrapped in gortex, we get wet Though stuffed with fois gras, still we hunger Our eyeballs drowned in...

Fourth of July

Fourth of July

My cats dislike fireworks. And so do I. And it's not even the fourth of July. Unimpressed by bombs bursting we avert our eyes and continue speaking with firelight, one thousand genial eyes jumping out to join us in their subtlety. The nations crane their necks skyward...