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The trees bide their time.The ivy bites in fresh green. It’s parasites firstevery time, don’t you know? They’re great at the short track.Only, this is the long haul. I’ll wait for the trees. Gladly.
dBoim warted no.sEfeu biisst scho fräch und grüen. dSchmarotzer sindjedesmal zerscht. Scho klar. Ämel im Sprint sinds guet.Aber dämal gahds lang. Ich wart uf dBoim. Ich freu mi.
A slick trail is carved into the sheenof the glistening road in the light of the lampsbut as the bicycle rounds the next cornerthe line is already lost, vanished into the wet. By the railway crossing, a man coughsphlegm onto … Continue reading
My father’s coat has many pockets. His coats always had: A pocket for each tool of the engineer’s trade. The tape measure would have been here, the small notepad here. This one used to hold a box of matches – … Continue reading
It’s cold enough for snow to settle on lawn and roofs and streets. It’s rare that even streets are white: The ploughs take Sunday off. White static foregrounds all around us. Words like ‘muffled’ come –and will go in time … Continue reading
Born Roger Bryce Inglewood, Jackson MS, March 11, 1971 Brother John Ebenezer born 5/13, 1973 Broke elbow on swing, spring of ’77 No girlfriend in primary or high school Found out why, fall of ’88 Did not graduate 7/7/90 Trip … Continue reading