May 2012
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quick freewrite
Trying to remember verse I came up with, it went something like
the rain keeps falling cold and wet,
mamma moans for her clochette
the waiters asks
are you ready yet?
knowing the word but not what it meant, apparently it’s some type of cheese. I pull words like that sometimes at random. The day today blazing the sky from blue to white, I couldn’t tell if there were clouds on...
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Walking home after the pool
Still cold in the middle of May. Tiny purple flowers sprouting from the stones of the university walls like delicious surprises. We catch sight of them as we walk with our heads bowed. Cobblestone streets empty with students bent towards exams. The gardener of the university has put out the spring flowers, they call out in lavenders and pinks against the walls of New King’s, the ivy...
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Chacachacare
Dreamt that day in Chacachacare, me, you, Richard sat on the jetty, sun turning the dry chipped concrete dusty and hot. Radio with its four double D batteries, a cooler with beers and tuna sandwiches, the old leper colony somewhere in the interior, abandoned now. The island empty except for the lone white yacht across the bay with the white woman tanning topless on deck. We followed the old...