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The white cones of Ararat and Little Ararat cut into a blue Armenian sky, suspended in time on the wall above Cindy Adroushan’s bed. There she lay silent and warm under her grandmother’s coverlet of Armenian lace and her mother’s shadow, the soft light from the hallway drawn out in a folded and warped ribbon [...]
Pacific Sunset
You don’t want to lose sight of her yet. Follow her across the beach and feel it sinking with your feet. Get them wet; let her golden curls tumble over you, let her rip you out onto a sea dark and deep as the approaching night. Maybe you can keep up with her for a [...]
Fruit Gushers?
I’ve been seeing things again you know. I’d heard somewhere that the Amtrak Route between Eugene and Klamath Falls Features some great scenery, So this time I went to Albany by train. Regrettably for the grand mountain vistas, The northbound leg was clouded over And the southbound leg, well, The conductor saw fit to assign [...]
Andromeda
Princess of distant Ethiopia, Prisoner of the sky: What men say of your beauty Can only be blasphemy Now that I see you Bound to the heavens Right before my eyes With beauties and beauties Intimate as the stars, and equally untouchable. Men claim to have seen you, But speak only of your jewels Sparkling [...]
I’m blind now, obviously
Beautiful, I don’t know how Your smile became an ocean wave, Tumbling everything over And over with Crushing saltwater power, Your eyes, binary suns Burning through the world, and I’m blind now, obviously, But the heat remains, Washing through your hair A whispering Autumn breeze Through the shivering Aspen, somehow, Beautiful.
The Fool and the Prince
Once upon a time, in a land not so far away, there lived a fisherman’s son. He was not favored by the girls of the village, for he was neither smart nor good looking. He was such a fool; in fact, that the village folk got much pleasure at his expense, for he in his [...]
Swimming Lesson
Can’t leave this one alone … I never knew that I’d been blind; And then I met your eyes. There was nothing in the world, And then his hand Fell on her shoulder. The neighbors said He’d been a strong swimmer And he fell into your eyes.
Kissing the Killer
Throughout the lowlands singers sing of your deep, feminine soul; How reclining, you roll down your bed amidst your veils and embankments; They marvel at your fluent, accommodating ways, how you slip through the world, flowing around every obstacle, rounding every edge, and polishing every turn. You compel us, it is true, down to where [...]
Gateway
When I was a young Redbirds fan, bouncing from coast to coast, I learned that I could pick up KMOX, Jack Buck, and Mike Shannon just about anywhere at night, though never in California. When once I was a child in the west I was looking east, and when a child in the east I [...]
phone, revisited.
phone (fon) Informal—n. A telephone. —v. phoned, phoning. To call or transmit by telephone. Please accept my apology for having stooped so low, resorting to quotations. Take heart: I don’t cite authority lightly, but that phenomenon that’s femi-nine— ambiguity demands one be specific with one’s sources of information. I’m sure it’s nothing there’s just a [...]