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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
One of the new piglets was limping – a broken leg? Two others were trying to shove it away from the feeding trough. Three legs were not enough. The piglet toppled over. Four minutes later, up in the hamlet, a … Continue reading
We are unconditionally unanimously unprepared to surrender. Tell your leaders.