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Oh how much

we take for

granted until


our shoulder’s immobile our

arm’s in a sling from a

nasty-ass skid we took

on our bike that left


skin on the pavement a

gorge in our knee when

distracted by a

sign screaming

kettle corn.


-ryn gargulinski, 05.03.14

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you never see

the aftermath of an

exorcism – just the

ruddy happy family so

relieved the spirit’s gone but


what about the ribs that

banged against the ceiling or the

joints that took a beating from

contorting like a crab the


spine must a be a mess with

crushed up crumbled vertebrae

from the head’s violent

spinning like a

dreidel on speed the


spleen is likely

ruptured from haphazard

levitation and the

brain bounced and

bruised a ping pong

in the skull – and then


there’s the mental side from

acting like a jerk a

long list of sorrys and

amends the soul


could use some soothing

to coax it back in place to

recover from the

houseguest that

was literally

from hell – of course


all this jazz is as seen on

TV – but demons don’t

restrict themselves to



-ryn gargulinski.12.04.13

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Ode to Oleander

Oleander is neither

rhythmic nor kind – with

strangely stressed syllables in a

four-count array that don’t play

well in a couplet or haiku – oleander


killed a giraffe once at the

tucson zoo when a worker

thought it fit to

feed it some

of the crisp green leaves that I

used to admire or even

poke at until

I knew the truth – oleander


falls into one of those

arizona fallacies that

newbies wrongly believe like it

never gets cold in winter or

your dog will know not

to chew on cactus or

oleander is too handsome

to kill you – the two


oleander in my yard have long been

strangled or marred one

chopped to the quip to make

room for a table and the

other blighted with a fungus that

makes polypy chunks stunts its

growth and otherwise

mangles its appearance the


oldeander of my

neighbor blooms and

bends above and beyond the

fence looking luscious for

an instant and then

plopping its poisonous

petals on the soil

beneath where nothing

now grows without

turning haggard, then

drying up and

dying oleander


should be

outlawed a

friend once said told me

all the oleander in the

state was falling prey

to a plague swiping down

to annihilate and

maim them but they are


still alive well and thriving

in pots for sale

at home depot where

a sales guy warned me

anew about the oleander

woes how his dad’s friend

chopped and burned a

big pile of the branches – then went


from the smoke for a year.

Ryn Gargulinski, 06.08.13