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Monthly Archives: April 2012
1972
In 1972, Nixon shook hands with Mao and the world turned its back on Taiwan. In 1972, Ceylon changed its name to Sri Lanka, Okinawa returned to Japan, and Jane Fonda became Hanoi Jane. In 1972, twin Olympics were held, … Continue reading
regret
In dreams I always do the right thing, tell her who I really am before I place the ring on a delicate finger. Copyright © 2012 by Christopher Chaffin – All rights reserved
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Truth
Flashing green eyes say nothing and everything, in one carefully held breath. I trace your parted lips, my finger slipping in to tease your tongue, that mighty muscle humbled in silence. I will not hurt you very much. I would … Continue reading
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Change
I eat the same thing for breakfast every day. I have the same routine in the shower, at work, in the garden…I like it that way. Change is good, they say, and I agree. That’s why I keep mine in … Continue reading
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Historiae animalium
There is music in water. I know this well. I hear the chants of the bishop-fish, that poor gentle monster locked away in watery sepulcher. We offer the same prayer, born of song, baptized in salt. Kings and queens … Continue reading
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Evergreen
Winds whistle through old-growth timber; the scent of pine comforts me as I laze on a bed of needles, dreaming. He walks alongside the riverbank, parallel paths soon to intersect. I cannot stop him. He knows this, steps into glacial … Continue reading
Folly
And the sparrows sang to me today, gathered outside my prison cell calling to me in hurried omens: The door is open! The door is open! I hushed them away. For me to try and leave would be like … Continue reading
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