No Help for That | Jackie Clark

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  • Concatenation

    Repetition: a trying, a formula or Heightened panoramic uncertainty A talking about; a talking, a bout or What is left to imagine? I can not read what you are saying Serendipity behooves progress, as is clumsy this space— (a real pale by comparison) Repetition: a trying, a failure or Another drink, another drink, a cheap…

    afterthoughtgraveyard

    September 11, 2006
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  • birthday haikus

    tomorrow a listof things to keep in arms reach1. perseverance a corner of curbfrom here huge shadows are castit is time, get up i used to not knownow curious circles areall i notice repeat pause repeatit is hard to elude timerepeat pause repeat 2. hyperboleeverything must sound bigger3.slight modesty a celebrationarrival or departurethese are things…

    afterthoughtgraveyard

    August 28, 2006
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  • the sound of the radio left on

    fills the house, even though i am in a separate room and even though i keep the door closed. the flower has bloomed once, but continues making empty buds,three if i remember correctly. it is a matter of remembering, which means affection to some, others regard dinner as something to fetishize. my dinners begin to…

    afterthoughtgraveyard

    April 7, 2006
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  • the willing and the accomplice: “I”

    it was friday and the typical losses were upon her.from the porch, she watched as the kittens squinted their eyes toward the sun, and thought about the way the word “I” sounded in her voice. she realized then that it was quite pointless to express anything in first person.“I” to her, meant the person who…

    afterthoughtgraveyard

    February 5, 2006
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  • this story

    this is a story about not having anything to say. it is a story that only exists because it can only be imagined. it is one that is told from behind a door off its hinge; a door which is partially open. this story takes place under the night sky and because it does it…

    afterthoughtgraveyard

    January 26, 2006
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  • held tight

    I.the waters left behinddry slowly in the cold if the phone rings, it is only onceif in this exact spot something was said has it embedded itself in this space?is it on the pillow while we sleep? though WE signifies more than oneit does not signify the same a WE can exist as singular and…

    afterthoughtgraveyard

    November 1, 2005
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  • in progess

    about the subject she simply replied she hadn’t put too much energy into it in fact had purposely waited until that just waking moment when the day doesn’t feel like it is happening through the window and the gray is still looming above. she dreamed about it well actually heard it while she dreamt and…

    afterthoughtgraveyard

    October 31, 2005
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  • solipsist missive

    half way up the stairsthe wall the banistermy hands with weight pushed fall through the walldragging up finger tipsthrough lucid moleculesthe spectrum of colorsextended to the doorfrom underneath shadows follow darknessover pace the floorthe gray air makes quietmy arm through the wallplucking water and the next stepbehind downwithout footing in bedpulling at the elastic sheetuntil…

    afterthoughtgraveyard

    October 30, 2005
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  • the willing and the accomplice: a prologue

    as usual, a vague response was expected. it follows then that what must be doneto fully understand the point(s) of what is trying to manifest should also be expected. the only basis that a conclusion can be drawn on is tone and while the willingwants to believe the tone to be laced with sweetness there…

    afterthoughtgraveyard

    October 30, 2005
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  • How the Canvas Was Made

    noise in the light that shakes glass makes contact below the bottom makes contact below, lifting and lips echo strung lights— an artifact of tables, flags in hand removed from needing to hang, sovereignty need not be recognized. dark wood reflects the maps of faces with no place, feet stretch to see who is first—…

    afterthoughtgraveyard

    August 2, 2005
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