Tag Archives: Poetry

Manifest

She sat in shadows. We talked about violins. The night was heavy and sweet and tasted of blancmange. I needed her touch and so I touched. Then her bracelet fell off in the japonicas and, when I searched in the … Continue reading

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Treachery

The morning rays to an insomniac’s eyes, the way shot glasses seem so small, how bankers, landlords, insurance companies scheme to obtain all tax refunds, the bi-weekly pay period, hard on the 15th and the 30th of the month, days … Continue reading

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Early December

A conflict of emotions, early December, I’ve been gone from home so long. I was that guy, that single and ugly guy at work who covered the Holidays for the family man. My job as the per diem part-time worker … Continue reading

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Pleiades

Her plea traveled through the microwave spectrum, please take care of your health, please make your health your next concern. And I could hear her promise of salty soups and sorted salads weaving through the eaves. I search for my … Continue reading

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208 Cubic Ft.

The unenviable task of reassessing a life and selecting with bitter discretion what part to throw away, which parts to keep, no guarantees. I mean I can look at a writing desk. I can say this writing desk is a … Continue reading

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Gone in 30 Days

All of this, gone in 30 days. Both futons, the tables, all the furniture, gone in 30 days. Bespectacled, walking around looking at books perched in the tall bookcases, water freezing in the shape of ice cubes in the refrigerator, … Continue reading

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Grand Guignol

The satellite truck fitted with 27 monitors drives the streets of these cities capturing moments of rigmarole. Reporters stand in front of cameras and wait for a countdown from the button pushers inside some production booth clockwatching like thieves hoping … Continue reading

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The Rose and the Red

Overtures are made. Music happens. Blame Canadian Mist and Mountain Dew. Blame the mix not the brew. I sat there stretched out in cummerbund, the circular table overflowed, sweet buns, wedding cake, something thrown, bridesmaids dancing in high heels and … Continue reading

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Kurt J. Hargan – “The Train Out of Bangor”

THE TRAIN OUT OF BANGOR By Kurt J. Hargan We rattle the train out of Bangor The morning sun blinks Colwyn Bay We are away to change at Birmingham The miles we desperately gain. You’re quiet and watching the castles … Continue reading

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