February 22, 2008
“Our candidate’s rival has just been photographed subduing and frolicking with a lion. The image is indelible. Messianic. ‘Lamb Lays Down With The Lion.’ The international press is stunned, the evangelicals are holding prayer meetings. Yesterday Lamb was effeminate and now he’s the damn King of the Jungle. Ladies and gentlemen, if we don’t hit [...]
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February 20, 2008
Red blood Red bones Pink quick, Nails thick and white, polished. Green suit Soft chair Plush beard Lips with crumbs at the corners. From the shadows of the jungle From a window From a plane See the oilfields glowing A bandy-legged union A hammers’ chorus sings “No-one in the dirt alone! In the dirt together! [...]
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February 15, 2008
“Grandpa, he promised.” “I heard him.” “Dad’s not a liar.” “Kevin, he doesn’t make promises like you and I make promises, like grandma makes a promise. Like we should make a promise.” He promises like my dad made promises, like a doctor makes a promise, like an old indian makes promises. George always made the [...]
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