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Menopause and Whiskey

6/21/2015

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Another flash breaks, my chest opens 
Heat spreads, detonated oil 
it rises, another red angel
reluctant, it lingers in evening musk
a moment before joining its brethren in heaven
I ready myself for the next
wet sheets wrapped about my neck
Ariel sleeps through the whole thing.

Kidney meridian weak says my acupuncturist.
Yin not yin enough to hold its Yang.
Oh yeah? I’d give her Yin
If I wasn’t pinned down
a Lilliputian prisoner of time.

It’s another shared story over Bushmill 1608
in coffee mugs over rocks with a splash of still.
It’s Friday night, a repeating cause extraordinaire 
for roast chicken, pine nut hummus, Protestant whiskey,
Gluten free nut crackers, chapters on life.

Michele still escaping New Canaan and John
Still charting star paths for everyone but herself

Ariel bats at the floor with restless legs
to Skrillex, D.J. Koala, E.S. Posthumous,
Hermes Trismegistus and the Emerald Tablets 
ever the philosophizing fifty something hipster
obsidian hair still wild like highland streams at night.

Meg is talking to Mark again.
This is the last time this time.
And she doesn’t want to talk about it.
But one more thing she’s seeing a psychotherapist
now.  And that all she’s going to say.
Because no more, really, no more.

It seems I have always had friends like these
Lovers like these, lives like these
Observer and observed, filling mugs before they empty
arms wide, hot faith for one more round.
It’s the eleventh hour, late for lives on menopause
and bottles of golden promise one quarter full
our sweet distillations not long for this world.

- Claire Fitzpatrick, 2014

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dreams

6/7/2015

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Dreams are soft, formless,
Puffs of thought that disappear when we awaken.
Dreamers are like schools of eyeless fish swimming toward the sun,
Guided by a light they cannot see.
To me, a dream is like a trail of bread crumbs or shiny coins,
At once a road to nowhere and a path of enlightenment,
A cosmic celebration of the unity of place and time,
A candle-lit table for one.


 


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RELIEFS ON THE TEMPLO MAYOR

6/3/2015

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The black silk of your eyes
is the night’s gown.

Our hands find the right combination
and open a chest of digit pleasure.

A Tzompantli warning:
there are hearts staked on the tips of your fingers.

But there's no remedy,
because the miracle of dawn that you hide under the clothes
explodes my hands.

Now you are wrapped-girl
sheltered in my arms-huipil.

While your skin lights up
renovated notes for an ancient music,
I measure by hours the length of your neck.

(The sweet intersection of your lips
has cornered me
when I was looking for a shortcut to lose ourselves.)

At times you break the siege,
then I bind you again and we dance together.

Later, you reject me,
but a furious wave brings you back to me:
Yo no soy marinero, por ti seré.

We leave behind the last warning sign
and now I'm on a road
where you build and dynamite bridges.

In the end, Amazon,
you strain the bow of your back
and point accurate:
my heart rumbles
behind its white cage.


Roberto Mendoza Ayala
Ciudad de México
28 de mayo de 2015
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We two never danced

6/1/2015

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While life’s music played
We were two to others pledged
We two never danced

Sweet forbidden fruit
That we could not touch, we tasted
With our eager eyes

Eyes that spoke of love
In words never uttered by
Lips that could not kiss

Gordon Gilbert
May 26, 2015

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