Naming the deadI've made my way from Michigan to North Georgia...I didn't get far enough South it would seem.
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HeartThe Latino boxers call it "heart".Heart
The will to accept the baffling lash - the crack of skin and wet leather. To push their gaze through goose-egg eyelids, and blood-thick eyes. To shuffle their anticipation forward with clenched jaw pinned to chest. To dance over the afterbirth carnage of the canvas, measuring their pilgrimage in droplets,
They rail through ragged breath. Swim through tearing lungs. Rally the blood in the throat
and step with the left hook to the body. Step, punch and step.
Americans and Europeans can't fathom this ritual
by ~f00dikator
All related soulsAt the age of 87, Herbert McLaughlin runs a yellow light and is struck and killed by a bus. Herbert McLaughlin enters the All-related-souls waiting roomAll related souls
Loud voice
Welcome to the All-related-souls waiting room number 1,236
Herbert [looking around for the source of the voice] Where? What happened? Where am I?
[Herbert looks around and notices that everyone he sees looks just like him, although at varying ages. A man walks up to Herbert. He looks identical to Herbert but is wearing different attire]
Herbert Sir, ma
by ~f00dikator
Warriors of West BloomfieldTwo boys stand on the sidewalk in front of a large mansion. Both are dressed in inner-city attire (baggy pants, oversized coat, etc.). One boy is holding a scrap of paper.Warriors of West Bloomfield
Rocco (tall and skinny) : Dude, I don't know if this is it
Gene (shorter and stocky) punches Rocco in the arm.
Gene: I don't believe you. Eleven at night, our ride just drove off, and now you're not sure if this is the right place. What the ....?
Rocco again examines the piece of paper, tilting it to the street light.
Rocco : It says '37945 Hemingway Drive
by ~f00dikator
In pursuit of knowledgeI drove past a retarded girl skip-shufflingIn pursuit of knowledge
over sidewalk cracks. Gait, tilted and gimpy. She staggered loop-armed in the grasp of an elder. Her coat,
hanging from out-poked shoulders, cannot fit over
twig-like, bent, misshapen, arms and fingers and threatens, at next jostle, to throw itself prone at her feet like a dark rip suddenly created in her wake.
As I pass, I catch her face
and jerken motion in my mirror. She is smiling
(no, not the smile of jester or fool).
Full-faced and sun-basked, ignorance is.
by ~f00dikator
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summer children, we were'ii.summer children, we were'
we carved animals
from ivory castles floating in the sun. we were
the doting spring mayflies
twisting upon meadows,
wreathing lilies between
toes, breathing --
iii.
between the sheets
of golden chaff, she whispered, “let’s dance in the rain
&
by *jonzoiplu
Like a LeafWhen earthly work is duly done Oh, then, wouldn’t it be fun To look your best before you die A blaze of red against the sky,Like a Leaf
A touch of orange, perhaps, or gold Your beauty stunning to behold. This brief display, too soon it ends You’re caught up by the autumn winds...
Now flutter to the ground below- In time you’ll help the forest grow. Give up your nature, set it free To nourish yet another tree.
by *Garnet-43
Smoky Mountain SetbackDriving blind-curve Carolina pass fast too fast, you know, and reckless but darkness cuts travel time and you need speed, coffee plucks your nervestrings, sings in your eyes, you couldn't go slow if you tried, full moon at your back jacks you up like bad memory drivingSmoky Mountain Setback
Broken glass diamonds on the road in overloading headlight glare flare into sudden screaming ganglia twitch switch into reflex jerk on the wheel realtime stretches and snaps back smack across the eyes and you see three bodies split and broken
Smoke from wreck of pickup overturned &
by ~jeremiaharkham
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- Current Residence: sticks outside Athens, GA
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