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All golf games end at the clubhouse.
The street was full of children searching for sweets...
Three poor women vie for the affections of a hot young millionaire!
For O Thiam Chin
He died a Double-Death
...the process on one I read about in a Bukowski book.
My mom stared at the TV with her mouth open.
...but with Billy it was different.
...like being stabbed with jabbing, knifing, cold air.
That’s some catch, that Catch 22
...the memory of that moment...
Narrow, serpentine, and befuddling...
Share:FacebookTwitterLinkedinTumblrPrintOver this past summer, the Institute of Contemporary Art at Maine College of Art (ICA at MECA) in Portland, Maine exhibited a survey of Kate Gilmore’s artwork, bringing together videos from 2004 until the present. In conjunction with her solo show at the ICA, Museum Director, Daniel Fuller commissioned a new performance staged in Portland’s Monument Square.
Share:FacebookTwitterLinkedinTumblrPrint Rose Petals in a Blue Bowl A swatch of sunlight slips over my shoulder. On the wall a reflection of steam rises from my tea- like smoke from a small fire or the spiral from your cigarette just before you touched my arm. * * * Revenge It’s like big, fat Danny Garrido and my fly weight brother, Butchie, fighting on the sidewalk in front of St.
Share:FacebookTwitterLinkedinTumblrPrint What I’ve Lost A taste for Southern Comfort. Umbrellas: two in a week when I was down to eight bucks in the bank halfway to payday and rain in the forecast, tail end of a hurricane that blew through Cuba, kissed the coast of Florida and ricocheted into Philly where its gray buttocks of sky squatted over us for days.
Share:FacebookTwitterLinkedinTumblrPrint Soul Mates When the first mosquito bites the day, there is room here next to me. Lend a pole I’ll fish with you and watch the lines you’re looking for. While we wait for fish to hit, we’ll share the tales that grow in length and breadth like loaves and fishes, mounds of olives stuffed with rinds.
Share:FacebookTwitterLinkedinTumblrPrint In the Next Booth at the Diner She said, “Remember when you liked me more than crack?” and he said, “It’s only cause I hadn’t met crack yet,” and when she huffed and tried to leave the booth he grabbed her arm, and pulled her back and said, “We have to talk about the dog, remember?”