All These Rooms

ALMOST MORNING
Am wet. My old girlfriend’s apartment.
Looks the same. The street glints,
stained in rain. Tears. Look for stars.
None on the horizon.
Inside. She thrashes at her comforter.
Gets up, heads for the bathroom. Goes back to bed.
Dig the hide-a-key from the mail box. Go in.
Lift the blanket with with a finger. Lay down
slow. She groans
and rolls over. […]

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NO LESS THAN ME
You should know. Close to sleep the dawn comes.
Through the window, the gray. The light
crawls on all fours. Stops at the carpet.
Squeels and babbles and goes silent. The light
no less alive than me. The sunrise moves
up the wall. Through me.
Makes me light enough
to hear their whispers
like gum on the sidewalk in the […]

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Hi all,
 So in the interest of keeping things busy I’m thinking of trying to get a few more writers on the site. My idea is to put up an invitation for poets familiar with workshopping on a variety of sites to come check out our site and sign up as subscribers. After they comment on […]

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You’d think flying would be the sort
of thing you’d never
want to stop, but then sitting here
on the parched porch
where the wood has greyed to splintering
and the pigeon shit
has piled at the base of each supporting beam
as the hours drag themselves along
I notice how rare the bald eagles and the red tailed hawks
(picking through their feathers […]

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Just wanted to write a quick note so everyone knows what Sarah and I are up to and to explain why some of the administrative crap on the site is a little intermittent.
 We’re traveling around montana right now. over the last few weeks we’ve been camping, hiking, and making quickforrays to my mom’s property and […]

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GOING OUT IN THE SNOW
5:00 AM. Sunday. The rain dusting the street makes yellow counters and reflected florescent lights coming off the countertop feel almost warm. The trees and stone work buildings emerge in shades.
I used to go to school across the road. All I remember is the one time I lit the wood chips […]

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GOING TO SAY NOTHING
when I call him at midnight. “You know,” I say, “I’ve written a poem where you lose your job.” Nothing. “Then you look out your window and at that moment there is no one more alone.”
“Oh,” he says, “clever. I was just thinking
of calling you.”
When I was sixteen we were driving and […]

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GOING TO LOSE HIS JOB
I feel… drained. I open the blinds and close the door, look out the window at a branch waving
like one long line of people
brushes it as they walk south.
I’d forgotten there’s a certain rhythm
between the wind
and the branches.

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GOING TO WORK AT THE POWER CO.
Some people don’t need as much sleep as others. I go to bed at midnight, pray, get up at five and watch for blown fuses at the crosses of the power-poles on the way to work. I used to chat in the hall. Now my boss doesn’t live in […]

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GOING TO CHURCH
I feel a touch of current as the congregation floods around me and for a moment it seems we’re spilling through a dam and leaving a bit of energy. I’ve told people God is electricity and mostly they laugh. But electricity ripples through neurons and draws water to a cell. You know when […]

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