Lily now
Yellow like sunlight, /
shadows like the fading moon. /
Lily now; lost too soon.
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“Viewpoint”
Viewpoint
From a dog’s viewpoint, /
one dog to another,
summer is a rose.
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“Tilt”
Tilt
Do you run like Mercury? /
Straight arrow to the end? /
Is you love like Venus? /
Head over heals to begin? /
Are you a quarter way over, /
Mars tilted into battle? /
Or are you Uranus, /
Cockeyed like a rattle? /
Jupiter tilts only slightly /
As the mighty often do. /
Saturn, Neptune, and Ol’ Earth /
Bend as if they’ve had a few, /
Hanging out with Mars, /
Swapping stories, one or two. /
All the planets have stories /
And each an angle of repose. /
That includes Pluto, to whom /
Some have turned up their collective nose.
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“Skirt”
Skirt
Iris rise from dark soil, /
dress in a skirt of May rain, /
bloom and fall from light.
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“Give ‘em”
Extended magazine of inaction.
Give ‘em.
Give ’em a gun; give ’em a Bible. /
Watch as they turn and go tribal. /
“An Act of God,” is their refrain /
as the children cry out in pain.
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“Veining”
Veining
Veining across the wall /
shadows of a struggling plant, /
weaving toward Spring’s heart.
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“Cup”
Cup
Rain fills the footsteps. /
Water fills the gray days /
and molds winter’s cup.
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“Touch”
Touch
Not so long ago, /
morning light saw frosted leaves /
holding winter’s touch.
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“The Maltese Falcon”
Dashiell Hammett’s THE MALTESE FALCON was first published by Alfred A. Knopf on this day in 1930.
“Samuel Spade’s jaw was long and bony, his chin a jutting v under the more flexible v of his mouth. His nostrils curved back to make another, smaller v. His yellow-grey eyes were horizontal. The v motif was picked up again by thickish brows rising outward from twin creases above a hooked nose, and his pale brown hair grew down-from high flat temples-in a point on his forehead. He looked rather pleasantly like a blonde Satan.”
–from THE MALTESE FALCON
A treasure worth killing for. Sam Spade, a slightly shopworn private eye with his own solitary code of ethics. A perfumed grafter named Joel Cairo, a fat man name Gutman, and Brigid O’Shaughnessy, a beautiful and treacherous woman whose loyalties shift at the drop of a dime. These are the ingredients of Dashiell Hammett’s coolly glittering gem of detective fiction, a novel that has haunted three generations of readers.
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The dead partner in this story “comes alive” as the main character of another detective series.
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