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CELEBRATING GREAT AUNTS (For Aunt Glenda: 1912-2005) There’s no clear answer to this crisis we affectionately call life. (Sounds like a picn...

GNATS Now I’m going to tempt my bones with this Chablis. So, you just keep on circling that orange tin jack-o-lantern. Somehow I’ve a feelin...

FOR THE LOST POETS OF NEW ORLEANS WHO FREQUENT MARDI GRAS (And for all other Primordial Realists out there.) ...

The Cicadas of 2004 You can smell their bodies rotting. A humid smell of kitchen garbage about to offend, inspiring its removal to the 45-ga...

deviant art Alien Existence The garden with its jade muscles, designer absinthe perfume, its wild flowers’ purple teeth grinding the outer  ...

deviant art Today's Recipe (For Larry Ziman) When you start with a pinch of melancholy then sprinkle in some green soy protein mixed wit...

Reading Baudelaire on Sunday When Baudelaire began a poem, you didn’t know where, he didn’t know where it would end. Sifting his way through...