Curriculum Vitae

This entry is part 11 of 37 in the series Bridge to Nowhere: poems at mid-life


I was never the wise child who, hearing a patter in the leaves, tilts his open-mouthed face toward the sky. I dreamed of powerful machines with banks of dials & buttons encased in gleaming alloys, beautiful & mysterious as cathedral windows. I practiced levitation by standing on one leg — it was better than nothing. Prophesy fascinated me because of the way it made otherwise clearly random lives appear significant. I learned two different ways to hypnotize chickens. What was merely a parlor trick at first turned into a new way to make them tractable prior to execution. Adulthood came slow as a summer evening in the far north.

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  1. Your words have so much of experience tucked in.Evokes very similar feelings in me as the ones evinced here, like some thoughts forgotten somewhere, sometime.


  2. I see my own history in this, my own life’s CV. Wonderful, Dave.


  3. Thanks, everyone — glad you liked this. Sorry I’m not posting more often lately, but my brain doesn’t work as well in the summer.


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