Monthly Archives: March 2006

From A Hypnagogic Journal, Part 11

It was the increasingly colder weather that finally got us out of that doorway and into the living room, and the critical scrutiny of her roommates (who approved of me about as much as my friends approved of Kathy) that … Continue reading

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Dark Block

Dark Block   Despondency and hopeless drives The grace to love by night if Not by day         listen To me mainly my dear I know it’s hard to see Which one of us is reasonable And which one wise when … Continue reading

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Dopey George Flunks Again

I was sitting in the bathtub reading a New Yorker article when I had a sudden insight into George Bush. The article was about how the Bush administration has completely messed up scientific inquiry and research due to their usual … Continue reading

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Objective Confession

Objective Confession   "Who is this Murphy? Is he, has he anything at all?" – Samuel Beckett     She leans Stretching a line of hair Like a silver scar Across her cheek   In the courtyard Behind the tower … Continue reading

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From A Hynagogic Journal, Part Ten

Much to our mutual surprise, I was able to rouse myself early enough to join Kathy for breakfast the next Sunday, and we had another pleasant, relaxed conversation free from the erotic tension of the Friday before. And so began … Continue reading

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(Heather in the) Deep Water

(Heather in the) Deep Water   Bad luck in deep water At the first opportunity She’s back in over her head Cool tearless only The stencil of a triumph Silently fighting for Her satisfaction As she hits the peak Heather … Continue reading

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The Song of the Morning and the Mask

The Song of the Morning and the Mask   In the morning This madness High breasted And brief   She the composer She the magician Appearing in the morning Vivid as dream   Dream of movement Of sunlight, of grace … Continue reading

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From a Hynagogic Journal, Pt. 9

I wondered then how much experience she’d had, if what I wanted from her was even possible. As one of the first small wave of girls in a newly co-ed prep school you’d think Kathy would have gotten her fair … Continue reading

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