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Brooklyn is all brick eyes double yellow lines and cement steps with stoop ladies by aluminum chairs holding rosaries beside their fig trees Brooklyn is all brick eyes with old bakeries spilling semolina dry anisette bread and your voice interrupts my eyes as I stand under Blooming magnolias and dripping rain, forget all I meant […]

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Telephone poles droop with black spaghetti lines on old wood that leans from waiting too long for no one’s attention, While the cars have bumper stickers, door dents and left hands constantly leaving their coarse language flung out like flags and dusty rugs As the girls walk with their hips double tight jeans, teased long […]

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I grew up on this Island in a house less than a mile from the sea. There were gulls which would land in our backyard. The boardwalk alongside the orange sand is long and large. The benches have the grey color that comes when wood and salt meet for a long time. But if I […]

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There is a whole industry dedicated to the onerous task of relationships. I purposely didn’t put a descriptive adjective there because depending upon whom you read or what you are looking for, that could mean improving them, strengthening them, revitalizing them, rebuilding them, redirecting them or maybe even sauteeing them with butter. I will have […]

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