On the sidewalk, Anna coils herself
like a flag around a pole, charming sober tourists
of their pocket change. I am videotaping this cheap party trick
and occasionally snarling, Hyvaa huomenta!
      (Good morning in my Finnish, where the sun must be rising ( Read more... )

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i find sketched in pencil ( Read more... )

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At the start of my short, wide street ( Read more... )

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The upstairs parlor bathroom ( Read more... )

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[NOTE: These are some tidbits I wrote in a notebook on 6/6/06, meant to be made into a real poem, but it never happened and the moment has long since passed so here it is. Transformed into a poem, if only by time.]today i am laughing hysterically at everything ( Read more... )