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Temporary Attractions

In August they appear shimmering in the highway haze. Metal caravans refracting the sun. They set up in plain view. In parking lots or the rented dirt of fair grounds. By nightfall they’re up, red lights running, the kind of … Continue reading

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The Composition of Dust

On Saturdays, she stays inside to wipe away the residue of the work-week, covering every surface of the house like dust. She scrubs and scours every seam, in between feeding machines constant cycles of dirty then clean. All the while, … Continue reading

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Repentance

He carries out the nightly ritual ordained by his mother by embracing whoever’s there. He moves among us through the incense of nicotine like a little priest in a pair of hopeful spiderman pajamas. He tiptoes over the empty beer … Continue reading

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The Taste of Paper

      After seven years of silence —a soft mumble of an email. I miss you. More of a murmur in sleep than a conscious sentiment. But we were never friends. More like refugees huddled together trying to survive … Continue reading

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In Exordium

*****This was a commission piece I wrote for the composer, Eric Whitacre, about the birth of his son.  In Exordium I picture you as a deep sea diver, an ocean astronaut floating, still formless, in the darkness of the deep. … Continue reading

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37 degrees

37 degrees is the temperature a normal body holds. She woke up cold beside him and already knew. He stared up blinkless–dust already forming on his pupils. She filled him again and again, punching in time to the tinny disconnect of the speakerphone counting … Continue reading

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The Wailing Wall

    All that remains is the marble of your back as you lie on your side asleep like a fallen column on bed sheets stretching out between us like   forty    years   of    Sinai    sand. I read the ridge of … Continue reading

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