Answering Machine
I tell her that the machine hates her.
And with all sobriety she says, I know it does.
Riga’s Corner
`And so he lowered himself down. What more can I tell you at this point? Do you wonder what he touched there? Do you wish me to describe the bottom of his well? Do you anger that I have kept you waiting so long to know? Seekers of ends are fools. ‘
Three Poems on Dante
A few poetry drafts in preparation for the 100 Days of Dante poetry contest.
The Thing in the Garage
“I think it’s still under there, Fred.”
“Okay, then, you look under your end of the car and I’ll look under my end of the car, and we should see it if it’s still there, okay?”
Accidia – Exordium
It was a decadent aloneness which she had learned to value, a retreat from the cacophonous work world of the Roosevelt Middle School cafeteria.
Esmond Ring at 8
With one ear pressed to the cold surface, the classroom sounds were partly filtered, cocooned in a Formica world.
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