Nuclear Winter

Nuclear Winter My grandmother told stories of smoke and smudge to save her navel orange groves in a Florida freeze. Sometimes her work failed. Then each Christmas she shipped a crate of oranges so thin-skinned they had to arrive fast. Fruit so flame-y orange we fell in love with hand-squeezing, licked juice from our fingers. […]

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Booze Writing

Booze Writing She writes the non-fiction marathon, grabs her metaphysical hangover to record the distillers, blogs recipes for old martinis, notes where mezcal comes from. Serious, full-time writing about booze, barstools and body/mind benders. Codifying as a way to stop her bingeing. Is that how it goes with loneliness? Scrawling about virtuous alone as relief […]

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Simulacrum

Simulacrum Forget woolly lambs, tin can stars glued with glitter, German glass globes passed down from grandparents. Deck the halls not with tannenbaum, but fiber-optics & PVC. Cell towers seduce the highway eye with spiked green bottlebrushes and dust wands. Firs in New Jersey, cactus in the desert, Mexican fan palms and long-needle pines. Like […]

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Saloons and Spurs

Saloons and Spurs You can’t imagine the dead lined up on wood rail chairs under the overhang of the saloon roof, leaning back on the leftmost porch wall with their boots tilted up. You might recall a scene from old westerns, wagon ruts in the muck, snorts of hung-head horses tied saddled to dirty rails. […]

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Left with the Care of the Farm

Left with the Care of the Farm The banty rooster’s strident call is light years from grinding war, spinning news, suspicions of sects and warring politicians. His raucous bluster reminds me of a push-button toy gargling squawks only a child enjoys. A hawk whistles across the pasture. The rooster heard it, a wild away. He […]

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Solar Eclipse Glasses

Solar Eclipse Glasses My doorbell rings. A delivery man vanishes. He left a bubble-pack of three shades. Red, green, and black: blood, wealth, and darkness.  Do not use in daily life when driving or walking. Made in China. Supervise children at all times. Who was it who sees through a glass dimly? Or the actual […]

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Frozen Silence

They quarreled in a car with full-blast air conditioning. About money – how to or how not to spend it and back-history long enough they each knew the other’s extravagances, commitments (or lack of them) to security. At a green light, a vagrant in layers of clothes, (more than necessary for a hot August evening), […]

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Ode to the Avocado

Oh, if I wanted one perfect roundness to fit my hand as sweetly as an egg, it’s you, avocado. Lob your dark green skin north for salsa and fresh-squeezed limes. Soothe my tongue ravaged by sharp-toothed words, conform to my teeth, invite my tongue to roll in bland oil of green. Teach me timing. You […]

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