Archive for August, 2009

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Yikes

August 29, 2009

Yikes

Look, when you’re setting the country on fire, it’s just so much easier to have everyone be on drugs. –Tammy Bruce

Because some men aren’t looking for anything logical, like money. They can’t be bought, bullied, reasoned or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn. –Alfred Pennyworth (Micheal Caine) in The Dark Knight

But if Rome is burning at the command of Caesar, who can be sure that the population will not be slaughtered at his command also? –Henryk Sienkiewicz, Quo Vadis: A Narrative of the Time of Nero

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Post-Monsoon Parking Lot Puddle

August 24, 2009

parking lot puddle

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August 24, 2009

The Heart’s Lake Fills

with rain
with web-footed birds slinging water
silver flash of minnows muddy gleaming tadpoles
tremulous prickly kiss of mosquitoes
static dance of dragonflies quick slender snakes
water lilies flat and begging
lank blonde grasses languorous sweeping branches
occasional footprints sliding down the slope
in the water a cloud of silt
the diminishing echo of a wave
rippling into the memory of thunder on the Otherside
the old rumor of harsh weather moving in
with sure disregard for certain truths
found in almanacs and omens

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Casa Malpais Monsoon

August 24, 2009

Casa Malpais Monsoon

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Boots

August 5, 2009

Boots

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Four Domestic Vignettes for Summer’s End

August 5, 2009

Poem 1

the gargoyle roosting on our wall
grins spellbound
as a queue of ants sojourn
across his green resin talon
in search of water

Poem 2

the truncated left arm
of our backyard
mesquite tree beckons
to woodpeckers, doves,
and flycatchers:
good eats good shade good home

Poem 3

a papier-mâché dia de los muertos
bone boy bobbles
his hollow head in agreement:
there is much to be done this morning

Poem 4

dogs sleep curled like crescents
warm and aromatic their paw pads
smell like popcorn

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One Big Daddy . . .

August 1, 2009

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