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member name: Karen W.
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July 30, 2007 02:46 AM EDT --
B O A R D W A L K
—Santa Cruz, CA
The bees are wrestling
at the door, the archway littered
with bougainvillea wilting in the mid-
afternoon heat. We leave the cracked . . .
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August 03, 2007 07:02 AM EDT --
The Landlord
When the fuse blows out
every night, you go into the house
where the retired security guard
who let you the place reclines
in his lazyboy. You go down
into the basement, filled with
artifacts . . .
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July 11, 2007 07:01 PM EDT --
First they set out the flat white panels
and closed them in on themselves,
the queens and their rich scent.
In the treacle heat of summer,
they came for her. A flex of bees,
spasmodic with . . .
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August 05, 2007 04:01 AM EDT --
Pacific Avenue, San Francisco
Green parrots screak into the fog
plated air; small thumbs for mouths.
Bats I
Gloaming blooms in bats.
They pulse, dissolve; radared
looms of gnat haul.
Mývatn . . .
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August 03, 2007 07:43 AM EDT --
S I X T E E N
At Home
Here is a list of . . .
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August 04, 2007 08:34 PM EDT --
San Francisco
The ocean reminds you of television
as the gray foam . . .
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July 30, 2007 02:39 AM EDT --
The horizon of the motel
room takes us in, hides us
from the neon signs flashing
through our slit of curtain.
The highways and bar clatter
and the jackrabbit dust of desert
stay outside for now. . . .
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July 11, 2007 02:49 AM EDT --
The dark mud of it all gets washed ashore; river born wood
softened by the lap of water. The Mississippi carries notes
of barge-howl and steamer-churn through the day
and into the dusk where we lie sleepless . . .
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July 12, 2007 05:12 AM EDT --
A rustling way back there,
a slight sound.
Something
that moves around.
Trees. Shrug the wind
through, over the pale spill
of ice into a purloined
distance. Outside, the crepuscular
cries . . .
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August 04, 2007 08:58 PM EDT --
Thanksgiving
—Taos, New Mexico
Snow drifts in from the canyon, dark swirls
carried across a moon . . .
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August 04, 2007 09:00 PM EDT --
S A L T P O N D S
Brocade the edge
of the gray rag bight.
Viridescent, blue slate
eggshell or roseate.
Heat baked sodium. Diked
off from tide smooth channels
where the boat teeth . . .
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July 30, 2007 02:33 AM EDT --
Stone Biter
--Flateyri, Iceland
Afternoon light on the water
tunes everything to ocean-
hewn glass. A sheen that holds
briefly in the late spring ice before . . .
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July 30, 2007 02:20 AM EDT --
Blacksmithing Camp
—Cazadero, CA
We work iron in the woods.
Rain-gun-metal mist has settled by now
and when light shafts yellow and then
spills the trees onto the meadow, we . . .
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July 11, 2007 01:04 AM EDT --
The postcard came from Australia. After I read it, I dream I’m a doll, red
hair, valuable, collectible. . . .
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July 12, 2007 05:18 PM EDT --
At dusk all birds
return home to a stillness.
Water locks them
in a darkening mirror.
Not a ripple spreads
where the heron
moves forward
through the shallows,
hunting the surface.
I could lose myself . . .
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August 04, 2007 08:54 PM EDT --
Certainly there are ghosts
waiting near the dark corners.
They vanish into the snow
because they are opaque.
Because they are invisible.
They often appear in dreams
as a wavering milky memory. . . .
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July 29, 2007 06:21 PM EDT --
F A C T O R Y H O L L O W C R E E K
- Western Massachusetts
Edge of soap-slick jelly grass,
where the creek splits
into two darknesses; . . .
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