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Just Like Bogie and Bacall

Just Like Bogie and Bacall

I don’t know why I decided to write this today, dammit, because I will cry if I do and my brownish-black Great Lash (not waterproof because that’s nasty stuff) mascara will dissolve until I look like Maggie Gyllenhaal in “Crazy Heart” when Jeff Bridges wipes a pool of sooty tears off her cheekbone with his…

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Tortured, Tangled

Tortured, Tangled

It isn’t possible to know someone better than this Every inch of skin Bulge of flesh Fold crease tuck under my fingertips as familiar as my own soft leather   The words he speaks hit my ears like fingers on piano keys and if he hesitates the next note or two plays while he thinks…

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Roberto, Mi Amor

Roberto, Mi Amor

I swore I wouldn’t watch it again two episodes into last season’s “The Bachelor” disaster.  The producers chose a guy who isn’t handsome and who kisses without moving his skinny lips to star in a show that’s all about making out? Puh-leez. And look what happened.  The woman he ended up choosing spills to some…

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An Overdose of Bliss

An Overdose of Bliss

Warning: this post will be confusing.  Or confused.  Because I am.  (I think.) I don’t even really know why I’m writing this except I can’t not write it, if you get that.  Remember those old cartoons where Bugs or Daffy would get a paw or foot or wingtip attached to a piece of flypaper and…

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I’m Busy Washing My Elephant

I’m Busy Washing My Elephant

If you’re a writer, you’ll get this. I was reading “The New Yorker” last night, near the end of the mag.  I had decided not to read the fiction piece, was flipping pages, looking for cartoons.  I saw a poem block at the top of pages 66 and 67, started to flip to … stopped….

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A Poem for My Valentine: Love in Letters

A Poem for My Valentine: Love in Letters

  You’re the anchor on my Zodiac The granite beneath my sand   I’m the tip of your tongue You’re the warmth of my hand   I’m the barnacle to your rock The nacre in your crusted shell   If you’re decades, I’m an hour I tick seconds to your tolling bell   You count…

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