Weary of grandma’s antique Woodstock stories,
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Author: Mitch Sisskind
Weary of grandma’s antique Woodstock stories,
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Author: Mitch Sisskind
_______________________________________________________ Too Late to Stop Now This week I dragged the Xmas tree out like a corpse I was homesick for mutual assured destruction and 1985 Love was a meeting of solitudes, the thin tissue around ornaments, Anne…
Mr. X By the time you’re forty, you’ve met so many people their features fit together as little bits from other people, like the Identi-Kits that victims piece together with the police. The felon is memory, which takes a face and slices up what once was very simple. People you loved, the waiter you saw…
Time works its ways. The island in The river in your hometown erodes. Jim Crow is no more and Germany Is one. Liver spots and wrinkles Colonize your skin. Japanese vets Apologize for Pearl Harbor. Today Clock hands release white doves at Hiroshima flying on ticking wings. The post On Ticking Wings | G. Louis…
The owners of the garden Where the May flower tree Lives Want it to last only for three years But the flower wants to live for four years The bees argue, vehemently, that the flower Always had the right to live for four years ‘The reduction is unjust’ They shout They are punished for that…
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we sat on the hill behind the A&P and mapped out our lives… the girls we loved or would love or were loving at the time we were teens with dreams and dreams with Marlboro dialogue exporting smoke rings into a dark sky the stars approving or disapproving of our schemes. as we waited for…