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Published in print in the literary journal Philadelphia Stories, March 2005
I can’t call you: it rained.
you, far off deep dearth space
my voice trailing
left in the birdless wire
washed through and leaking onto them
onto the honeysuckled road
where the freckle-braided girl drips
her sweet hummingbird water
onto the backfence-met boy.
quiet dawn cotton-dressed market run
denim dusted south field ride
piston-pluck, raised tongue
bee-stung lips and
arms full of promise.
he kisses her in apple quilted patterns
under dripping phone lines,
old love stolen in every drop.
No, I’ll wait for the rain change
summer thunder fade,
early morning secrets rust and
wet dew breath noonday dried.
I’ll call when that nectar harvest ends,
when those syrup taps are shut
and the coast is clear
of young lovers.
The Thirteenth Tale
by Diane Setterfield
I came across The Thirteenth Tale on the “New Titles” bookshelf in my local library, not
hearing anything about it previously, and I was pleasantly thrilled
with it.
This book is the modern gothic novel. It’s a fun read with amazing writing and just enough hint of mystery to keep you turning pages until the very end of the story. It’s my new favorite book, and Diane Setterfield is an author to watch. Can’t wait for her next one. Check out The Thirteenth Tale today.
A man should not strive to eliminate his complexes
but to get into accord with them: they are legitimately what directs
his conduct in the world.
Sigmund Freud
Quick, think of your biggest quirk. Do you have a secret fear of walking over subway grates? Are you afraid of losing something or someone? What is the one worst thing that could happen to you?
Exercise: A character just started a job at Starbucks. This character suffers from your personal neurosis. Show how the other baristas figure out the neurosis through watching your character’s actions.
Milkboy Coffee in Ardmore, PA will be hosting a Poetry Slam Contest this Sunday at 2pm. Prize: $100.

