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The Unending Work: 12/1/09 - 1/1/10

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Thursday, December 24, 2009. In as many skies. As there are eyes. Wednesday, December 23, 2009. The cold coils up. Like there's a nest. To protect, or a need. To rest rusting the very air,. A back that must hunch,. A hand that must curl,. But not close, a wind. So quick it's cut. Her own legs off,. A wind become wisp,. Dragging like a blanket. Just as hung as fabric,. As loose as the dull. Sleep the spongy,. Whispers, the cold,. As pristine as a lake. By a morning's happy. Absenting of man,. The whole te...

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The Unending Work: 11/1/09 - 12/1/09

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Sunday, November 22, 2009. Cracked like a candy, butterscotch schism,. Two halves of the same sweet circle,. Now as sharp edged as they always hoped. Saturday, November 21, 2009. To a Lady Seen for a Few Seconds in Westwood. My watch has long since called all clear, since your. Book-long vigil cut down to my logline, this. Careless seed of yours sowed my synopsis,. A script unwritten since the rights were more. Than my company of one could afford. That basket your assistant silence knew. A gabbling pack ...

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The Unending Work: 12/1/08 - 1/1/09

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Wednesday, December 31, 2008. Three-fifths is not two-thirds, my friends,. By eye the difference almost blends,. And by grace of estimation mends,. But by the fractious law not quite;. To three-fifth's point six, one must lend. A score of sixes without end:. Infinite decimal dividend,. For one pie slice's absent bite. Monday, December 22, 2008. This one turns wine into water,. He walks on the ground, changes. His money respectfully and tells. Everyone how much to put in. For the fish sandwiches. Like an ...

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The Unending Work: 7/1/09 - 8/1/09

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Friday, July 31, 2009. The beer buys me a moment,. I swig a second chance,. Swallow my gut reaction,. And say something that. Doesn't quite come to mind. After I've said it,. I feel useless, but not stupid. Some smarter part spoke. Itself from outer rim. To central booking,. And now I've said it. Whatever it was, it went,. And someone else is speaking. The beer holds my hand. All the way to the bar. She stays until she's. Replaced, glass chin. As dry as a deserted. Bone, marrow long since. Of the not now.

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The Unending Work: 4/1/09 - 5/1/09

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Thursday, April 30, 2009. Her mother says Sara loves Tom more. Than her schoolgirl imaginary friend,. At the end of her story. She meant it as a consolation. Sara's father closes the photo album,. Nods at Tom and wonders if he's real. Wednesday, April 29, 2009. He says: "I think you're. A remote control that was stolen,. But won't work on the theif's tv.". She says: "I think you're. An electric heater, the hottest. Model, the most air flow ever known,. But then again, global warming,. The point that calls.

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The Unending Work: 10/1/09 - 11/1/09

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Tuesday, October 6, 2009. The sun reels up a line of flying termites. A wet abutment of brick admits single-file. Fliers into the only club under the sun. The block of sky allotted this basement. Apartment of yard between the hedge. And the stucco froths like champagne. The sparrows pop in to catch. Them like anti-gravity snowflakes,. Each wing a uniquely flat splatter of veins,. Each gray light-catcher straining to flutter. Up faster than hot air buoys ash. A nuthatch discovers a tasty splotch,. But the...

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The Unending Work: 9/1/09 - 10/1/09

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Wednesday, September 30, 2009. His joke lands like a barrel. She laughs like a life. Preserver wound out of piano wire. His hand makes a meal. Of the string-thin meat. Of her knee. She coughs enough. As cheese in a mousetrap. As a worm full of hook. Tuesday, September 29, 2009. Two Versions to Vary On. The prop box unfolds new dolls. For the mirror to model on her:. Silk as tight to her thigh. As a sword handle or. Feathers as open as naked arms,. She can't decide who to wear. To prove distance exists.

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The Unending Work: 8/1/09 - 9/1/09

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Monday, August 31, 2009. Guilt is a tincture,. Paint any picture,. Splinting your mixture,. Casting your view,. In satin glue,. It's only gloss,. With tragic allure,. A facade of dross,. As deep as eyes are sure. Sunday, August 30, 2009. Slips the promise deeper. Like water within water,. A sluice made of cold holds. A thread of warm. A flume of currents. Buffeting their own heart. Falls the old flower. As dead as scrap paper,. As soggy as words. To cast away in;. As rusty as railways. There it is;.

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The Unending Work: 6/1/09 - 7/1/09

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Tuesday, June 30, 2009. What Could Be Good. A hovering smothers,. The vibrant snuffed under. A floating no,. A suspended yes,. Plans stacked like napkins,. Wrapped like paper towels. Around a column of hollow,. A keel for a sail,. A net for a paddle,. A heart for an engine,. Charged with a salvo. All unfinished businessmen,. Like the height a kite. Cannot share even in a field. As diaphanous as dust. There, there and there,. But never here,. Fingerprints on the panes. Displaying each maybe,. Is bound by ...