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A House Divided?

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George Gershwin and Drake share a cigarGeorge Gershwin and Drake

in an all out back alley brawl

against a backdrop of steady rain

and tapping keys

Yet this house

feel so at peace

Written by Rainee Squatch

April 21, 2014 at 11:24 pm

Raindrops and Chainsaws

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evil-dead-image08 jane levy mia raining blood chainsawUm,

it’s 9:17pm on a stormy Saturday night.
The house is quiet.
My kitchen window is open,

venting the steam from a pot of bone broth that is simmering on the stove . . .
and then —
“Is that a chainsaw?” I say.
My husband, in the next room,
pulls the earphones from his ears and says, “Did you say something?”
“Yeah, is that a chainsaw?”
A moment of uncomfortable silence
as he assesses the sound.

“Yeah, that sounds like a chainsaw.”

We both laugh,

but in a way that says, “Is the neighbor being dismembered?”

Then we laugh again
this time more heartily, because we know
EXACTLY what each other’s awkward laugh meant.

(But no one moves)

“At 9 o’clock at night?”
More laughter.
The sounds of a revving chainsaw punctuating the night air
and our conversation.

“Yeah, what could someone possibly be doing at 9pm on a rainy Saturday night — with a chainsaw?”

(– in an apartment complex?)

More laughter.

Still . . . no one moves

No one goes to a window, opens a door or even walks to the room (the kitchen) where the sound is nearest

More chainsaw —
for about 5 more minutes.

Then, nothing.

Written by Rainee Squatch

September 28, 2013 at 9:43 pm

Let Me Show You to Your Room

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locustsMake room for you.
YOU say
Make room?
What room is not yours?
What room is not drenched with your disposition?
Does not hang with the drip of your hot, wet wool?
(Let’s all check our pulses. Will we be allowed our joy today?)
What room
does not brighten with the opening of your heart and eyes and ears and mouth and mind,
ushering in the light and air?
(Let’s all gather round, arms wide chins up and soak up the beam of this ecliptic moment.) Read the rest of this entry »

Written by Rainee Squatch

September 14, 2013 at 11:44 am

The Salted Lips of Regret

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Salted Lips of regretAn acquaintance posts:

“Just dreamed that I was at an awards ceremony. When my book didn’t win, I scooped up as many potato chips as I could carry in my arms and walked out.”

I think

“Seriously, smart move

— the potato chips are better than any old award

that will just sit around collecting dust.

You can’t drown your sorrows in an award

(mostly because with an award

— what sorrows could you possibly have, right?)” Read the rest of this entry »

Written by Rainee Squatch

August 31, 2013 at 8:55 pm

Toynbee’s Inventor

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mackintosh-silver-applesSilver apples of the moon
steeped in dandelion’s wine
grown from carnival Egyptian tombs
in aging funhouse rooms
where Martian-tongued gypsies make
deals in never-ending autumn fields
Amid the acrid scent of burning books
whose weathered pages, like broken butterfly wings
still beating staccato-rippled echoes in the night

A startled heart
thumping loud, behind the lapels of a sweated ice cream suit
thought safe,to take a breath,locked behind a door
its pounding rhythm, A Sound of Thunder, drowning, ringing ears
from closets creep, your inner fears,
Come crawling, spider-legged and spindly, woven of your dreams
to smother, all summer, in a Ray
in culverts filled with cricket sounds
fed by shadows in
lamp-light

Summer’s wind taking temporary possession,
in the October Country’s pumpkin colored skies
a body claimed, to steal a taste
of a young boy’s rebuffed affections
these tattooed vagrants bide their time
holding hands with firemen, spacemen, ghosts and technology’s assassin
while Grandmere, this April Witch, waits with dusted lips
to break her seal
and golden-eyed, give throat to hymns
that sing their bodies electric

A homage to Ray Bradbury, who lit the way in darkness to my dreams.

Written by Rainee Squatch

July 21, 2013 at 3:56 pm

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Taste Delicious Lies

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800px-GibassiéI’ve a predilection — no 
(it’s more of an addiction) 
That at times includes bad diction
 
A summary of lies and sighs
 
When history’s no damn good for me
I juice it up for your surprise, pouring
(Drink!)
delicious lies Read the rest of this entry »

Written by Rainee Squatch

June 20, 2013 at 11:00 am

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Book of Faces: The Facebook Dilemma

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fbFacebook can,
Surprisingly,
bring up such pain
What to do
when someone who did the unthinkable
to someone you care deeply about
tries to friend you
out of the blue,
unaware that you know Read the rest of this entry »

Written by Rainee Squatch

June 18, 2013 at 2:27 am