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Chapter 4 — Snakes in Caves

4. Pittsburgh women are the most beautiful women in the world. I think it’s got to do with mongrel vitality — the ethnic mix, the Slavic cheekbones, the Celtic complexion, the Italian drama, but it’s also their vitality, the kind … Continue reading →

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The Old Mill

The Old Mill   A leak in the safe The utmost danger of The unreasoning grip Alarm trapped reckoning Drowning in Sweaty driving endless Readiness on the road Almost ready to cross The wild thing Very close by Hold steady, … Continue reading →

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The Grave

The Grave   Two days after October I met the girl Who found this grave for me   She scratched a line In the dirt by the river And said   This is where you will lie

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Chapter 16 — Snakes in Caves

O.K., more from my novel SNAKES IN CAVES — I know this is really long by internet standards but it’s my friend John’s favorite chapter AND I had a dream last night where Deb told me to work on it! … Continue reading →

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Molly

Here’s my favorite poem from this weeks poetry/art project at http://360.yahoo.com/ubu507           Molly   She sits next to her father Her long haired school girl’s grace In three-quarter profile   Her mare’s legs pressed beneath her … Continue reading →

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Let’s shake something out of the QUOTE BAG, baby

Doubly distinguished by the perfect simplicity of her apparel, and by her tall, supple, commanding figure, she took rank at once as the most remarkable woman in the room. – Wilkie Collins   She drew her skirt up a little, … Continue reading →

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a fragment

or even in the morning corners of memory: from rain and lightning to her garage cluttered car tire air pump chain door the eternal moment of suspense calling blunt fingered unlatching her voice somewhere above sounding at last scarlet turtleneck … Continue reading →

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More SNAKES IN CAVES

another chapter from my novel:   13.   Sometimes I’d walk down there, all the way from Squirrel Hill, the walk as long as the lunch, along Forbes Avenue into Oakland, and even on this grey, misty autumn day there … Continue reading →

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Words of Wisdom for my Pals

For Degas, women were the heroes of modern life, the figures whose actions mattered – and those actions were the gestures of daily living. – Wendy Lesser   The two monsters – sex and drugs – have generated a new … Continue reading →

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Eiffel Tower

Eiffel Tower     We’re in the ballroom of the Fox Chapel Field Club, decorating for the prom, exactly the kind of thing I’d never be caught dead doing except, of course, for Virginia. I’ve even coerced some of my … Continue reading →

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