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Mauna KeaThe first time my brother shoots a 12 gauge, he falls into the silversword dust high up at Pohakuloa. Frost on the ground at 7 a.m., and the smell of metal.Mauna Kea
The butt of a shotgun is foreign to him, blunt wood against blunt bone and the pang inside when the round goes marching off. It sounds
as if the September earth is pulling
him deep inside.
Mauna Kea looms, above his prostrate body limp limbs and a grin, the mountain goats clatter and the Francolin heckles from the underbrush.
Low on the ground, dusty and cold, he slides up, hea
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9th and PineAt the corner of 9th and Pine, I took your tree branch limbs and split them down the center with everything I had left, an inch of Monarch vodka and a little bit of stolen weed.9th and Pine
You touched my arm and I felt young men march through my blood, felt the street clot up with ancestor paths, you told me I was more beautiful than Winter coming on too early.
When you were ten you sung
in the school choir, and your mouth
a perfect "o" I learned how to want something ethereal, seven years I'll watch you in white from the back pew of a c
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LoonThe quiet water call of a loon and easy blood on my bottom lip where you bit too hard,Loon
Sunday night fire on the horizon and losing your keys in the lake.
You dove down, under the thin film of leaves and the threat of autumn,
and water filled up every space I couldn't yet know.
Throwing beer bottles
toward Jupiter, you cried for the first time in front of me
said you were forgetting, daily, when to breathe.
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Gravity"I suspect this is what gravity would be like, if we did not expect to fall - the temptation of secret weights, of our feet, wild lead balloons newly discovered."Gravity
And she lay into the earth as if she was a maple leaf, dying in a heady winter chill, looked like she belonged there with Newton and a line of ants bracing for the wind.
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So, this is my bathroom floor confessional -- my mem-war of a starving artiste bloated by the fruits of idio-angelic praise.
I prefer the term "revolutionary" to "hypocrite," please.
[] Haikus are written in five-seven-five Don't you dare try to tell me otherwise: I'll beat you with my Gideon bible and shout obscure passages to reinforce the bible's identity -- from Ecclesiastes, or, uh, Plato
Hey, why are sex
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Thoughtful ReflectionsA tender zephyr sifts through bobbing blooms, sighing past heart-shaped velveteen petals and slim, arching, modest emerald stems. The blossoms murmur delicately, stirring like laced ladies refreshed with feathered fans.Thoughtful Reflections
I remember days when you and I would sit and breathe, and speak of inconsequential subjects. we would not comment on the coy breeze or the simple grace of dignified flowers, but we would find a silent harmony, regardless.
That was many years ago, now. The inflorescence of your garden has faded, overrun with dark blackberry vines and weeds &n
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