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April 10, 2003
  That feeling you have but can never explainPDF files may take a moment to load

Just a couple of nameless men, sitting together in a booth.

The restaurant is dimly lit, but there isn't much to see anyway. If you squinted through the stale cigarette smoke, you would see faded posters of New York on the walls, and beneath that a grimy wallpaper displaying what was once red stripes.


April 10, 2003
  The Business of ArtPDF files may take a moment to load

The artist inside her cried every time Nelson Kennedy unveiled another painting.

"How exquisite," she said. "The conjunction of brushstrokes shows a clear focus by the artist."

She didn't choke, she didn't stutter, or even pause at the use--misuse--of the word "artist."

It was her job; no one could fault her for that.

And she had much practice at choking back her true words in her many relationships.


April 03, 2003
  Drive-thruPDF files may take a moment to load

Helen is probably 35. She wears her hair in a tight bun at the back of her head. There are times where it's partially unraveled like a ball of yarn. The frayed brown ends pulled out. It's more than likely she's married; there's calm in her hands, she never fidgets with the orders and she stands perfectly still when she takes money and gives change. She doesn't smile but she acknowledges a presence. A nod, a concentration on pouring the coffee, the pressure of her hands against the top of the cup when she fits the lid on.


April 03, 2003
  bob ross, helluva guyPDF files may take a moment to load

sunday ritual on pbs: the joy of bob ross. midge, arthritic legs swung over the arm of her lazy-boy, i sat at her elbow. we lived for this: bob ross creating order in the world between newcasts, we watched his hands tap and brush, ten inch afro, greying. happy valley, happy pine. he was a hero, always. no sunset without golden rays, no lakefront without tongue lapping waves. with bob ross in charge the world sang the womb of eden, no false strokes, we were heaven bound.


April 03, 2003
  A NapPDF files may take a moment to load


.hands press


fingers intertwine



in hot damp matts

Surr arms ounding


in the act of




and shared




newly thicken


a i r


skin sticky



April 03, 2003
  At NightPDF files may take a moment to load

You roll over and expose

The vulnerable landscape:

Notch rocks in the river, flowing

Under brittle islands,

Down through twin curves

Dusted in cold.

And I'm so easy ready

With toy daggers

retracting on the crust.

And failing,

To dig you out


April 03, 2003
  Elegy for Grain DustPDF files may take a moment to load

sudden brown shoulderbrushed with watch cough and snort. flag at full mast incessantly hum buildings and traffic. wrought iron

petroleum leaves fall and covered in the

in the most. in the most viscous liquid

exempting only clouds exhausted on wheat fields with a hair cut.growing bread for the breaking

shirt off back

old men getting sunburns in september


April 03, 2003
  ShellPDF files may take a moment to load

1. the bond is a force that holds atoms together within a molecule. these bonds are electric in nature.

our eyes are drawn

to the sharp ridge

dividing the snow covered

south slope from the

steep dark rock of

the north though omitted

from view the sun

casts a yellow glow

on the blue white

light of the mountain

as our thoughts drift

up the fissures in

ice to the peak


April 03, 2003
  BethlehemPDF files may take a moment to load

Joseph had hoped this night would be quiet. It seemed to him that shifts like those were becoming pleasant surprises when they happened.


The sound of his captain's voice shook him.

"You'll be on your own for a while. I've got orders to head back to the barracks. Stay alert." With that, Joseph's captain had turned and faded off toward where the jeep was parked.

"Stay alert?" he thought, "there isn't a Jew in this half of the world who isn't always alert."



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