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The Last of the Coojettes

She was the Last of the Coojettes. That’s what Rob called her. Rob was my mother’s cousin. My father’s nickname for Rob was The Moron. Rob worked as a postman. My father worked as a truck driver for Budweiser. Rob … Continue reading

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Footnotes

Streets, vivid in character, and seeded in the calming lore of desolation and subtext, train the wanderer’s interest to stop, notice, gaze deeply at or into causes warming us to the effects through which we marvel, lost, at curiously intimate … Continue reading

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Solitude

From the series, Japan Poems. There is a danger in wondering too much, in giving due notice to the low burning fire that nightly dreams of arson– An entire block or city or world eviscerated in a vengeful nod or … Continue reading

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