Different Light

By Harry Calhoun In any afternoon there is the chance of a nova and you know how it looks and how it sounds and how it tastes. The ice cream and the light show of the universe are yours because you are a freak. And the sunshine causes seizures and the left eye fractures into [...]

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Laboratory and Omelet

By Harry Calhoun We make it every day, the egg and the experiment, the wine that doesn’t quite mix with the meal the way it’s supposed to. We read about it in a language that doesn’t fit the recipe. Life carries us like carrion or hospital patients into kitchens not our own. Every day is [...]

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Flickers

By Harry Calhoun 3:15 a.m. and I want to light the television against the night, but the shows are banality and late-night horror. I’ve had enough of both, and candles lit would remind me of lovemaking. I would probably forget to quell their flames and burn down the house in a smoky mess. The dog [...]

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the deer, where they belong

By Harry Calhoun And the deer jump out wide-eyed in front of the headlights and we leap into the oncoming traffic and instinct might make us each a stereotype, but that is not the only act we perform. The deer is meat, we are mortal and so much the same, surprised by bright lights and [...]

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Big red spot on some huge unseeable planet

By Harry Calhoun We’re talking Jupiter, bigass planet but where the hell is it? Behind some cloud, probably, even if not, I got no telescope. OK, so we’re talkin’ the largest oyster ever spotted in the depths of the sea. Never saw that, either. We’re talkin’ about amoebas and other creatures you can’t see with [...]

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I Just

By Harry Calhoun Trying to figure out what I want I fire this out there in the desperation of insomnia like trapped claustrophobia on a submarine, a torpedo to launch or a beam to shine. Attack or illuminate, it’s all the same to me. I just want results. I just want to get back to [...]

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The art of pairing wine and mood

By Harry Calhoun Rain clicks a morose Morse code on the skylight, and I want to go back to sleep but I need red wine or brandy , and it seems too early, but if it’s late enough for rain, then why not brandy? I called her and I know she’s busy and that’s why [...]

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