The Impermanence Issue

Morviv: A Package Insert

Description: A Morviv kit consists of two pre-filled syringes with ready-for-use sterile solution for injection, plus a special timer. Syringe A (with a red safety cap) contains a clear, colorless or slightly opaque liquid with 5,000 IU Morviv death-inducing polypeptide. Syringe B contains a clear, colorless liquid providing the resuscitation solution. Administration: For intravenous use […]
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Rotations

I’ve lived in six homes, seven rooms and two countries I was not born in since leaving my parents’ place. When I return it’s not just a physical move, it’s also a reacquaintance with the familial realm and streets I did some growing up in. Time is sort of static in a small town. I […]
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Small Talk


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Sex After Sixty

There’s this loud grunt when he comes. In different circumstances, it might bring rescue vehicles, but for now it’s pleasure. It just comes with a long, near heart-stopping strain, that’s all. It’s like when he suffered from that clogged bowel or the barrage of needles during gum surgery. It’s not his fault that temple-tightening times […]
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The Madhouse

Every Saturday morning my great aunt Giovanna repainted her apartment. I should mention that this process was not a simple repainting of the walls. No, this was an artistic re-imagining of everything: chairs and couches, radiators and beds, shoes and chandeliers. It always began with the sound of Padre Livio’s raspy voice from the Vatican’s […]
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Locked in Time

He wore a suit, tattered by the elements. Mud had stained his pristine leather shoes and constant rain turned the Armani vest into a sodden mess that stuck to his slim frame like a second skin. Overall, Jonas Van Halen drew a sad shape in the night, outlined by the sputtering fire he had somehow […]
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Pots & Pans: What Keeps Me Going


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Snarl

Morris Mordes was meek talked with flowing motions a cross between a rabbi and a ballerina worked as a room maid in a Manhattan hotel commuting from the Bronx until he repudiated the USA by stepping on a plane to the Holy Land where he met Petra in an Arab drug store near a kibbutz […]
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This is Not a Poem of the Articulate Rain

This is Not a Poem of the Articulate Rain Today the rain speaks in French, the French I failed to learn in high school. Also, the French I failed to learn in college. Also, the French I failed to speak in Paris. Also, the French I failed to speak in Lyons. Also, the French I […]
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The Atlas

“—and the whole disgusting mess with the intern. You know she’s probably dead by now,” Glenda declared, sipping her Limoncello on the warm May Mother’s Day afternoon. “Who, Monica Lewinski?” Susan hadn’t been paying attention to the first part of the story. She was twirling a sliver of fennel from the lunch salad in her […]
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Sane Rd., New Jersey

Dark blacktop is lit again and again by headlights at night it’s easy to believe it’s the same piece over, over no good songs on the radio so you hum, tap your fingers against the wheel wheat fields for the hundred forty-seventh time you wonder what the hell you’re doing here
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Little Problems


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After the Fire

After the fire I heard your voice, low and Midwestern: the syllable bursts of erratic heat, hoarse cadence musical, familiar. Years in the Northwest turned my own words into monotonous rain. Your clumsy thrust ejects from my belly, illuminates my breath with manufactured warmth. Two Decembers ago, we hiked to Multnomah Falls summit, and I […]
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A Desert Tortoise

I am a zoologist. Probably Jean Louis Rodolphe Agassiz, teleported from my comfortable office seat in a low grade office to the middle of a desert – I am a creature that is tired of seeing itself. Its eye opens only unto within. I am an intruder into its acts of self lust. “There is […]
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