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I see you in our black chambers Your robe in the wind like wild violets The bitter ash dusts the pale youthful bones of our departed And the silent tears will bind us Crippled by a poet’s desire Hounded by the diamonds in your blood The walls can see through the walls opposite And the mirror holds no reflection of our souls Hound’s-tooth patterns in the ceiling-clouds Whispers of commerce linger on the hollow summer leaves Barbed words of kindness from the matron And the veiled presence of sp...

Coach Steve is a very angry man. He hates the state that he chose to live in of his own free will. The people here are too macho for his delicate Minnesotan personality, and yet he tries to maintain an aura of oppressed-white man toughness. It’s his shtick. I first encountered Coach Steve quite by surprise. I wrote what I thought was an innocuous op/ed piece for the city newspaper about a long-shot political candidate, and by Sunday afternoon he’d looked me up in the phonebook and left me thr...

1.21.2007 With the brutal fact that 2008 is now inevitable, being only one digit away on the calendar, the Candidates are suddenly scrambling to make their solemn presences known to the collective TV Consumers of America. Something like 15 of them have launched “Exploratory Committees,” and a couple have even said they’d run for President. They’ve already begun to inspire mockery in the talking heads, and a sedated indifference in most of the public. Some of the notables in the most grotesque...

1.21.2007 With the brutal fact that 2008 is now inevitable, being only one digit away on the calendar, the Candidates re suddenly scrambling to make their solemn presences known to the collective TV Consumers of America. Something like 15 of them have launched “Exploratory Committees,” and a couple have even said they’d run for President. They’ve already begun to inspire mockery in the talking heads, and a sedated indifference in most of the public. Some of the notables in the most grotesque ...