Tag: Prose poems
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Red Fox
I was sitting on a bench at the local Audubon center when a red fox approached me. He was pretending to not be interested in me from about ten feet away and I was pretending not to be interested in him. I went on gazing at the tree line. He came up alongside the bench […]
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Hawk
The various hawk species making themselves a giant nest in Ron Gibraltar’s living room, and speaking with him in some kind of hawk language that the authorities said resembled a complex arrangement of yips one might come to equate with members of the coyote family, resembled a street gang in its down time. He’d been […]
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Fliers
Betty said “It’s really an all-time low for the clinic.” The administration was panicked and trying to fill holes. Add the fact that patients are meaner around the holidays and it was the perfect tinderbox. “It’s tough right now,” I said. “I don’t know what’s happening. I think I almost just had a panic attack,” […]
the real subject is always you 