Chorus of Blue


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Thunder claps and groans:
Drives me -in a frenzy-
to the balcony
A deluge of rain
along the mosaic banister

I arrange crates
the tiny glass table
I have grown to love

Light cheap incense

FREEWRITE: An Arrangement

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You ask me to consider an arrangementI have always liked daffodils, after allEven if they no longer smell sweet. So I stare at them, frozen in timeBrightening up the corner of a dark roomIn a dull, familiar way. You ask me to consider this arrangementIn lieu of any other; to settle upon almost lovelyInstead of fresh and new and slated to die You imply the risk, it is not directly statedOr maybe that part is me and my own apprehensionsSo many new arrangements have wilted and died. And you insist…read more

Freewrite: The Mistake of Stillness

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She found me againThough I’ve hidden with busy handsAnd every moment filled with mustsShe settled in on my heartover coffee and the mistake of stillness I’ve lied. I hide from the writingbecause I know what it brings.And I want to feel like William(Lonely, lonely! And best so!)But my heart longs for moreSadness makes for bitter company. So I will work with the fervency of the manicMy mind frantic with lists and absolutesI will work til someone drags me like a drunkardto a filthy unkempt bedI will work up to the edge of…read more

Freewrite: Our Power Flashed Out

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Last nightA deluge of rainOur power flashed outLeft us, then returnedThen left again I awoke in darknessNot prescribedAnd sought the blue lightPiercing through the voidHoping for something Sat up in the bedAfter an hour of exposureHead throbbingUnsure of what to do with myself Our power was back, trueGone completely unnoticedSo I tried to sit stillthough my bones moanedwith age I wanted to rise upwith some purpose;Wanted there to be a meaningfor the strange hourof my consciousness So I processed the laundryRecognized my body was sickMade medicineRinsed the spoon Felt all…read more

FREEWRITE: Dream, Home

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The children away at campExcept the little oneAnd the half child, hanger-on I think how good it would be to be without themAnd how lonely in the big bedSave the cat, lip swollenStaring in contempt I sleep with wild dreams All the anxieties coming to playIn the new half-quietMy daughter’s warm long bodyTaking up space. The strange desperation:getting to school on time and painful adventures in uncomfortable classroomstrying to find a way out and a way in at the same time. The always present impossibility of geolocation for our physical…read more