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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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Baudelaire predicts Bush!

..a pitiless righteousness, a righteousness that will condemn everything except money… When that time comes anything that resembles virtue – nay, anything but ardent devotion to Plutus – will be regarded as vastly ridiculous. Justice – if, in this unfortunate … Continue reading →

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Heather Astarte

Heather Astarte   Skipping up to the porch With her sly slink and swagger Heather Astarte the sex termagant Long etiolating light in the head Lit up like a star shell In the warmth of a fever Such eyes when … Continue reading →

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hopeless

Hopeless Even the golden daughter is hopeless Despite her combination of grace and speed Even the golden daughter even in shorts is hopeless Can this be what the world is looking for? Even the golden daughter even in shorts Even … Continue reading →

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From a Hynagogic Journal, Pt. 8

But, just when the magnetic attraction between us was at its height, she pulled back, quite consciously, with a start, as if forcing herself awake. Well, she said flippantly, quickly regaining her composure. I’d better go. Can’t let you get … Continue reading →

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