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JOHN’S GRILL

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Out of the fretwork shadow of the Bay Bridge

dominating the office window,

away from Kaspar Gutman and Wilma Cook,

from Iva Archer and Ruth Wonderly,

away from the cable cars’ ratchet and clang,

the horns in the distant bay, out of the fog

and into the grilled meat fug of gossip,

Lucky Strikes and waiters’ bustling hustle,

Sam Spade orders chops, baked potato

and sliced tomatoes – in two dimensions,

always black and white, ten point or ten foot high,

celluloid or paper, like the city

always combustible!

 

 

 

SPEAKING OF STONES

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‘For Gaza shall be forsaken, and Ashkelon a desolation: they shall drive ...

THE GLASS OCARINA

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Long before the fall of the House of Habsburg, there were certain ...

KAFKA IN BERLIN

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The tubercular Franz Kafka, escaping the domestic confines of Prague, spent most ...