For Charlie

Skunk

10.13.2009 Menagerie

See skunk roll on balls elliptical down beach Wheels he down- y flare – Tell me about it, mephitis – Hymn no member it / Shit continuous Pulse rain / his puss stamp- ing sent on high        -  -  -      halls, driftwood ways weeds were, punc- tilious one – clouds is beards sic / [...]

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Spanish

03.16.2009 Rants

Today I remembered I am 28 and you were 28 when we met. What a terrible age to be. Terribly lonely to be in class reading footnotes. But then I was not 28, so I saved you. I wore a white dress on the breezeway. I was fixed and smoking on the breezeway. I was [...]

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Tom Waits Day

10.25.2005 Milestones

I wish I had some whiskey and a gun my dear I wish I had some whiskey and a gun my dear.

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Charlie Letter

09.10.2004 Poems

I am not sure knowledge is pure and this is troubling me today. So you say spoonbread and I’ll take that. But knowing is only the half of it, can you tell I’m reading Emily D? She is my little pincer. So don’t take offense. It’s busy bearing down and writing tinges of things, tired [...]

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The Charlie Arrangement

03.03.2004 Rants

Story-time.   How about the time I left my head in a tremendous city. The city, of course, is unnamed. Names fall off the city every time a new baby shows up squatting beside the fire hydrants.   So my baby, these cities—count them—are somehow a reconstitution of the present situation: God’s Government, but I [...]

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Reading

01.30.2004 Milestones

It goes like this. The floor is covered in sheets. Not your sheets and they crunch and you’re laughing laying there, adjusting to someone , not sure if his eyes are blue or green, pale though, and smug. There’s no looking at him, so turn around. How warm everything is because his hands are cold. You’re hating [...]

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New Years

01.06.2004 Milestones

So Christmas is over. I hope you’re happy. And New Year’s too—just to keep things interesting—it’s over. I drank 2 beers on New Years Eve, (What should we toast to? Oh, I don’t know. To this shit life. To this shit life). Only two, but I pretended to be drunk. I didn’t want to go home. [...]

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Extended Reality

12.28.2003 Milestones

So. Someone drunk told me to write something real. Real, huh? Real like the oranges sagging in my backyard? Are those oranges real enough? No. I’m sure they’re not. Not even drunk, will you give me an orange. So I’ll move us into Christmas. I’ll tell you about a tree that my mother covered with [...]

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Review: Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel García Márquez

10.24.2003 Fiction Reviews

Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel García Márquez My rating: 5 of 5 stars I’m talking about Cholera with a capital C, see. This is my heart. Yes, heart & I’m it writing at you, as directly as almonds are bitter,  because the ending trumped the beginning before we even sat down and [...]

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Straight

08.28.2003 Milestones

So I’ll give it to you straight. September is for Thursdays. Or Mondays. Or whatever. It’s for lounging about the apartment after you’ve done half the reading for the next day (the other half will be read or not-read, depending). But right now, at this second, you’re thinking about stone (note: Jane says poets can’t [...]

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