Arrogate There aretwo waysto makeit work swimin goldfrom LAto Dubai swimin bloodin Seattlein New Yorkagain, in LA either waythe end resultis the sameand whetheryou geta headstoneain’t upto you * * * The Emperor The chair is not anythingthe chair has never been—a bitsprung, threadbare, thinnerthan it was. Yet still it is wherehe sits, against the […]

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Landscape with Tree To be the worst makes someone very special. Imagine the worst crook, the worst drunk and the worst enemy. They’re all special in their own right. And the worst             art history student? I looked at every painting like it was a Rorschach test for hysteria or depression. Logic kills imagination. I studied […]

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Unfinished Exit  I keep thinking  about the time in high school  when you drew  me  a map of the city,  I still have it somewhere.  It was so easy  to get lost  in a place where all the trees  look the same.  And now  every time I see  a missing person’s poster  stapled to a […]

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COYOTE TRUTHS Beauty What is it like, I ask Coyote, to wander in fields of lupine and poppies that dot the dry fields, to never walk a straight line and yet brush against glory? All day I starve and all night I roam, Coyote says. Beauty is to wander through an unwoven fence. Fear What […]

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bitter coffee so she’s standing there—  in vaulted two-storey morning light Bratz Doll Angel engulfed by  Redemption coffee shop’s bustling glory ass as tight as a peach the contour of her muscled thighsshowcased by a definite size six boot-cut black yoga pants draped over platform Docs topped with a brightly-colored cap-sleeve and she’s me  with […]

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Cantata some laughed, some wept,most stayed silent.i must hold my posture,face the onlookers with steady eyes.many hide behind their newspapers,a few pull out handkerchiefs.i lock my stance, toes gripping the ground.a boy with a black bag stares, unblinking—i almost dropped the bird.from my chest / a crimson bird emerges / we are told not to […]

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Old Fiddle Man Old daddy man playing fiddle man in a family youth band. He was the star. Crowds paid & rushed through that door, dancing clapping to hear a few slim notes for just transitory seconds a few brief notes only realizing the ephemeral rhythm man before he died. Dance, dance, dance, fiddle man […]

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With a Partner Like You I could win some championships in Tucson, Honolulu, and PhoenixWe could get married and have a baby and eat some noodlesWe could doctor and teach and sell houses and preach with the HubbardsWe could coach and throw a wet sponge at a roachWe could eat dimsum and have some funHeck, […]

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Baffling As a would-be baffler, I’m engaged in creating something fool-proof. But there’s such a wide variety of fools that I don’t know how to baffle them all. Fools come in many stripes and furs, demonstrate a myriad of facets, advocate a host of harebrained actions, override some basic setups, and dare to wreck whatever’s […]

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