| All the Plunder Thank you for visiting! Please stay a while and read through a few excerpts. Read all about my Baptism or enjoy the poem Everything, the basis of a film by Michael Caines, shown at the Moving Pictures Festival of Dance on Film and Video, 2007. Please check back here soon for new plunder! | |
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An Excerpt from The Weather It was dark and beautiful in the distance. A little closer, smokey grey clouds rolled in the sky like giant kittens, and, freakishly, the sky directly above my sister's house was mystery (milky?) blue, strange and Siamese. When fist-sized hailstones began to thump lazily onto the lawn, I could not resist, and took myself and the baby outside. So I was standing there when I saw them... read more |
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Excerpt from Everything when it was understood and clear that the gods hated not just us but each other too... 
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"...a funny and terrifying romp through celebrity culture ... bombed repeatedly by missiles from the poetic canon..." --This Week, Nov 2006 "...Needs to be seen by more people!" --Lester Alfonso |
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An Excerpt from My Baptism The River of Babylon goes around a little bend right near where we were doing the baptism so when I got around the corner I kicked over to the shore and hauled myself up it, and started to wring out my dress. Pretty soon, I've got this long coil of wound up red velvet cause I'm wringing it out a few inches at a time, then hauling some more out of the water, and wringing that out, and there's like this velvet rope like you have at the theatre while you're waiting for the stars to get out of their limousines and come up the red carpet... read more |
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Excerpt from Ladies, it's all about me This girl who spoke to me in the pharmacy line-up, I'd seen her in the parking lot. I was unbuckling my nephew from his car seat when I noticed her, because she was wearing a leather jacket, a short plaid skirt with black tights, and fake Doc Martens. In the drugstore, when I pushed the cart with my nephew in it to the counter, there she was... read more |
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An Excerpt from Thirteen Ways of Looking at a River The woman in the red dress rushes downstream. Fish swim behind her teeth like small tongues. The pool of her red dress and the yellow stream of her hair become part of the river. Cell walls lose their integrity. Molecules intersect, exchange information and structure. Hydrogen atoms bond, two to every atom of oxygen. Reintegrated, the red dress joins the river, a secret memory, an invisible stain.... read more |
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Excerpt from Bloodline She comes upon the clearing and a word arrives with the bird: ballgown. It pops into her head just like that, maybe because the bird, a cardinal, reminds her of a woman in a red fancy dress. But no, a red bird like that is most certainly a male bird, and a male would not wear a ballgown. Not that a bird would wear a dress at all, of course, so it is maybe doubly or even triply stupid .... read more |
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