Three Poems

Three Poems

On Kansas 156 All the radio has to sayis eighties rock and Kenny Rogers.You get behind a horse trailerand stay there because you can’t seearound it and, oh man,the radio seek stops on “Right Down The Line,”Gerry Rafferty making love sound uncrappy whether you’re...

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Two Poems

Two Poems

Poetess Anoints Herself In wild audacity I wedded Word, obscured ragged frock made fit for my existence. I claimed branch broken weavings as my...

How Can Black People Go Camping at a Time Like This?

How Can Black People Go Camping at a Time Like This?

LIKE A BEACHED WHALE, THE REFRIGERATION CONTAINER RESTS ON LOWRY Avenue behind North Memorial Health, a trauma hospital in Robbinsdale, Minnesota. It’s been there since March. Either whitewashed or dulled by time, the hand lettering on its side reads, Frank’s Vegetables.

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End Times for the Poker Face

End Times for the Poker Face

Growing up, one of my favorite shows was My Favorite Martian. If you’re not sufficiently ancient or addicted to terrible — I mean, retro-cool — TV to remember, Ray Walston’s title character looked like a human but had knitting-needle antennae he could raise from the back of his head, plus an aluminum foil spacesuit and other unspecial effects. Bill Bixby, his Hulk days still ahead, spent three seasons in the 60s trying to conceal from the neighbors that Uncle Martin was an alien. Hijinks ensued.

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Canceled

Canceled

Some canceled and some didn’t. They canceled because canceling was proposed. They said yes, I will, and canceled. Others said no but had to cancel anyway.

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Four Poems

Four Poems

Sometimes you see something so
dreadful that the mind’s camera snaps a shot,
shoots a video of the scenario,
lasers it into your retina’s screen on the spot,
impaled in you for as long as you live:

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Two Poems

Two Poems

Rule number one is to lay it on thick
for anybody that asks about what you do.
 
This way you’ll seem brooding and dark,
like you maybe know something that they don’t

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