Monthly Archives: August 2014

Deconstructing Mark

I heard Irish pipes a’playin’ Lilting some distant where behind me A little Pan Pipe trill A simple melody That flipped the switch On some Imagination Projector Running reels of 16mm Celluloid Reality Clickity-clackity Off the reel Behind the lens … Continue reading

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A Train to Cry

Like a suture scar across the earth’s skin a jagged cut starts northwest of my neighborhood and tears across the landscape. It passes north of me, then slightly to the east it cuts south, running about a mile before cutting … Continue reading

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What if Isaac Newton Sat Under a Fig Tree?

-or- Keeping Botany at Bay There’s a crab-apple tree Beside a parking lot In the Old Mill Park That has gaping holes Where branches used to be And aren’t, for whatever reason. The largest hole is the lowest one Maybe … Continue reading

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