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Philip Kobylarz


passing impasses


Saying what we didn't mean, stumbling on rocks painted by sea and air. Apologies 
                                                                                             planned, never said. In
boxes we go into the Great Wall of silence. No one's there to hear the voice recording
                                                                           or see the litho plate, have it
any way or none. Throw to the wind, don't bury ashes, kindling, gathered, of time.




aeolianesque


Naturally, it fell apart. As canyons disguise inklings of sea. Theirs was of an unseen, unheard of
                                                                                          togethering without obvious
meanderings. To call it what it will be called isn't a easy as seams. Those places coming
                                                                                                    apart, together. Let
fossils be as young as sand. All the same. Driftwood washes shoreward, the sun sinks
                                                                                          into water, rippled
                                                                            as ivory.




juvenilia


For many purposes, and few intents, thoughts came and visited in their familiar guises: Mister
                                                                                                                        Humiliation, the brothers shame,
the false Dionysus of fame, Madame suicide. Calling cards, left. all in not, a bad day. There have
                                                                                                                                       been worse haircuts passing
department store windows. In a box of matches, sand. Birds on the shore chewing mastic, trying
                                                                                                                                       to hold each other's wings.



Philip Kobylarz is an itinerant teacher of the language arts and writer of fiction, poetry, book reviews, and essays.
 
 
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