Monthly Archives: January 2013

One Day

He cries hard on his mother’s lap, which he will not fit snugly anymore for all the plying of his growing legs and collapsing in fits of weltschmerz. “It is too fast for me,” he says between sobs and great … Continue reading

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Funeral

He was a colleague to most here, friend to some. Husband to her who sits in the front pew unpropped by offspring, all alone but for the three who come with death: grief, anger, shaken faith. He died in his … Continue reading

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Black and Blue

As dusk lies between day and night there is a kind of dusk of dusk, almost as clearly defined as the middle of a draw-bridge. Black is the rising night (for night does not fall but rises from this ground … Continue reading

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Some Things

Some things are said by way of negation: “I won’t say it was my mother who drove me to drink.” Some things are said outright: “Get the fuck out of my life!” Some things are said and immediately regretted: “Get … Continue reading

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I am

I am the baboon on the squarely lit rocks barking his lungs out at enemies he alone can see I am the moon over darkened pines searching for the source of all this light that she only reflects I am … Continue reading

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Flimserstein

(after Pete Morgan’s poem “The Cutty Sark”) She has always stood above Flims. Above and between this valley and the next – a line between north and south. The divide on the map of Europe where even Rome failed to … Continue reading

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Nine Lives

A neighbourhood cat (the stray one we couldn’t place?) did some of its dying on our doorstep. We came back from a trip and it had left some of all the things which come out of a cat right there … Continue reading

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