Excerpts from "MiddleHope"

Middlehope, the Space between places,

young ladies disguised in dark, dead faces;
Not Sally, no- 

She won't frequent Middlehope.
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Middlehope, the draft under houses,

adrift into windows, smoke's rise beneath faces
I won't go; I feel Dreams!

No, I won't frequent MiddleHope.
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the grounds in your coffee, evil grins in the grime

old farmers talkin

asleep on the corner;

you see only their outlines

overalls: circa '33...

full of vineyards, wine

and Stories

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Middlehope, spaces inside the rich patterned night 

Home to Dreams, Love and Ice Cream

Tiny naked children by the roadside;

pencilled sign proclaims "reward" for our daughter, our friend,

she who left us here, floated right away

Why did she have to follow him

Blade to her silken throat, under no moon,
Syrupy kisses dripped, twisted around blood

Cursed her as he plunged

"She flew away before the pain, poor dear"

whispers a tired ancient woman of 25

They all left Middlehope so long ago...

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