Dog Story |
There's a three-legged dogthat roams the back alleys of town.Some days find him brave along main street,dodging traffic on three scarred padsand a counter-wieght shaped like a thigh.He has no name tha...
Posted by HEARTSTARTER on Wed, 13 Sep 2006 12:02:00 PST |
Return |
Going backDuluth's dull skylinedraws out of view;I follow other nomads,trailing patterns but notas the crow flies,roads loom up, rushes of recollectpocked and scarred as the blacktopRemember in sevent...
Posted by HEARTSTARTER on Wed, 13 Sep 2006 12:00:00 PST |
The Semite-Anti |
I knew a Semite, once-who was anti-anything that wasn'this own concept, or concepted to his own intimate reality and you would think that a Jewwould know a thing or two about tolerance; about the cons...
Posted by HEARTSTARTER on Wed, 13 Sep 2006 11:58:00 PST |
Charleston, 1959 |
We are no longer children to look back on, our faces turned back in elegant black and white, hands raisedtowards some forgotten goodbye.I have iced water in a blue glass and miss the ocean. You, the y...
Posted by HEARTSTARTER on Wed, 13 Sep 2006 11:56:00 PST |
Snow Stories |
It's supposed to snow today, and I believe it. The skies are heavy and gray, not just in cloudy spots, but a uniform slate that promises something, if only a cold drizzle. But I'm hoping for snow. I w...
Posted by HEARTSTARTER on Wed, 13 Sep 2006 11:14:00 PST |
At The Fruit stand |
I stop by the roadside,lured by bushel baskets angled seductivelytowards traffic; their depths filled with color.I lift an apple here, prod a cantelope there;my hands heft a honeydew up so I can see i...
Posted by HEARTSTARTER on Mon, 04 Sep 2006 01:39:00 PST |
This Is How We Do It |
We should lie down,stripped on the floorof your father's study;except for our little girl panties, which we pull aside at the crotcheswith deliberate fingers,our tongues at search in slow circles of m...
Posted by HEARTSTARTER on Mon, 04 Sep 2006 01:38:00 PST |
Jump |
I press betweenthe weight of day and push of night;a quilt of skin sewn sinew to bone.Scars trace my surface,map the past in keloid and curve;I rub but cannot scatter the years.A girl once drew her pa...
Posted by HEARTSTARTER on Mon, 04 Sep 2006 01:36:00 PST |
Smoke Break At County |
I.Packed after midnight, the county ER hangs thick with the sour aroma of blood, puke, sweat, shit.I grab a smoke between calls and watch while theregular patrons huddle under florescent barsdressed i...
Posted by HEARTSTARTER on Mon, 04 Sep 2006 01:35:00 PST |
World Without End, Amen |
Part One: And In The Beginning, Lava LampsWhen I was seventeen, the world was a psychedelic oyster...everything flung color; bright, boisterous shades of flourescent orange and scream green, purple ha...
Posted by HEARTSTARTER on Mon, 04 Sep 2006 01:34:00 PST |
