just another river otter gambler like the kind you find along the avenue my eyes were bright, as you can imagine and i was just a little otter too yeah i was just a little otter too just another river otter gambler dreaming of my favorite stew like the kind my otter mother always made […]
Monte Merrick
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Here’s What You Do
Here’s what you do: Take what you have – Make it kindling – Chop the table, Smash the chair. Split the trunk. Expose the heart. Build a fire. Stand within it. Wait for what flies. We follow the gull along ocean drive. Dreams cannot be trusted. Dreams colonize. Every beast is driven by hunger – […]
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spoke tightener
you got to let the crow lady into your heart no other way to say it. if she talks don’t say it’s you talking. that’s pretty rude. if she talks you just make sure you’re in tune. if the crow lady is a wolverine same thing.
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back gate
in old california this outpost forms its own conclusions. take these last days — we find death stumbling from one room to another — trail of tears and spent cooking grease — machines on the mend if extra is needed then why not the bill — are these the sorts of things we might see […]
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concerning the rights of mother earth
it’s not the comforting heat of the hot sheet metal of the car door under an arm propped out the open window — the panamints on the right — speeding toward stovepipe wells. — a self-shattering dream. you know what i mean. the unease is palpable in the weight we all carry. our collective breath: […]
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along the fence
okay, someday you know, you wake up like, “oh, what’s left of me won’t get me to the next station” — starvation. or maybe someone comes with a jackrabbit in her teeth and lays the limp fellow at your feet. or like a mother lays down to nurse her young buck — his hoof and […]
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harmony borax works
a terrible sanctity sanitized in salt and poison on the tongue — this land lifts in the inhabiting wind burns beneath necessity — below the broad arc of the sun sweeping the sky it dies — rusted ruins of a century’s waste foretaste of salt’s vanquish in the sea — this life that we waltz within […]
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manila, february
light winter rain ticks through bay laurel. concealed, i watch ducks where does the bright edge of this grey misted morning enter the page? the paper glows and the black ink shimmers — some duckweed still green after the cold snap clings to the bank of the slough that drains to the bay. too hazy […]