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They say that those who can’t do, teach, 
which I interpret as denigrating.
But yesterday, over a cup of coffee,
Bradley (the student) asked me (the sage)
how to extract something out of a blank page, and
I told him that I didn’t know, but that the goal
(which I have heard from...

Four days ago
I set my alarm for 6:30am
because I knew that sunrise would happen
at 6:46am, and
I decided that I would like
to watch it curl its fingers
over the edge of the mountains.

It had been a while.

When my alarm went off,
I hit snooze (the way you do) —
the way I used to hang up on my shift...

It is 8:19pm. I am sitting at my desk
beneath the west-facing window.
There is not enough sunlight in this house,
so I take advantage of afternoons now that,
after six years in a cave,
I cut my standing desk —
made of 12x8s in Bodo’s workshop
four years before a blood clot cut him down...

Gawa stands with her hands on her hips,
clubbed thumbs facing forward,
the same direction as her daydream, 
projecting out through canted bay windows,
re-fertilizing boppa's sod-plugged front lawn
in her film-reel (close both eyes,
see with the other one),
like they did when they bought the place.

on the corner of 6th and Congress, in Austin, Texas.
There used to be a bench (on the 6th side —
maybe it is still there)
an eight-minute walk from the Colorado River,
flowing beneath a bat colony
whose residents love to show off
in the evenings.

I was a college dropout
with a sewing kit in...