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Lake Merritt Autumn Lights Festival, 2014
They appeared as strangers do from a stone pathway– a Moth Princess in a gauze gown, flaming calla lilies, electric fireflies, sea glass lamps shuddering in the light of the garden– and when we
Elephants of Style
Waltz into my room wearing purple robes,
skull caps decorated with gold tassels
coins from countries that sell sun glasses.
Yew Nork by Dale Jensen
Reading Yew Nork made me feel like I was huddled beneath the streetlamps of Paris gathered with Surrealist poets, André Breton and Benjamin Péret smoking Galloises. Except this was possibly New York’s Gotham City and Dale Jensen was my guide.
Autumnal
Maples wrap branches around my rib cage,
a trap of orange and gold leaves filter translucent light,
and like an unsuspecting moth, I’m sucked in
Big Date
A giant’s missus walks in the fields, steals hay bales to use for curlers, wraps her wiry locks around each one stuck with a branch for a bobby pin, blows
Prayer for a Monday Morning
When I turn on the morning news or listen to the radio in my car, I pray not to hear the black blot of another beheading or rape, hundreds executed