Monthly Archives: April 2016

Attending the Dawn

  When did you first listen to the tale of Kephera? In your grandam’s lap or at the feet of the goddess? No life exists without the Scarab god Kephera. Each day he rises from the dung heap of horizon … Continue reading

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A Kenning of Bones

      She ken his foot-rhythm but did not turn. The opal of the night would reveal him soon enough. Before stars succumb to Kephera’s gift, they will stand unwoven, sink to silent moss. Throats cannot contain ecstasy. C.J. … Continue reading

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The Cycle of A Sock, Part One

First we must make the needles from a dowel, like the one that holds my grandmother’s kitchen curtain. Sand it very smooth. Make a clay stopper for the end and fire it in the oven.   You will know how … Continue reading

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Five Foot Two Eyes of Blue

  God damnit, man, you’re late for dinner.  Again. Sit up straight and act like a young lady.   Okay.   What did you say?   Yes, sir.   What happened to my little girl who was all smiles and … Continue reading

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Precision

  I didn’t know                                     Mama said Lily of the valley                                Agapanthus California lilac                         … Continue reading

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An Almanac of Forget Me Knots

   Everyday Bellingham rain evolves into a dark onslaught, bats down lilies of the valley, smashes the koi pond like bullets.   She finds twenty dollars. Graffiti  advice:  love. Running now, high heels wobble on rutted alley pavement.  She pauses, … Continue reading

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Turbidity

“Wooly Bully” blasts from the radio. She thin-slices cabbage with a butcher knife, smashes and dices garlic in the narrow kitchen. Another old rented house. She wipes a strand of red hair from her damp brow with the back of … Continue reading

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