#mike dillon

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Primus - Candy man 

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MC 900 Ft Jesus - The City Sleeps

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Contingencies

A white wafter moon. A bare, spindly silhouette of a willow crowned by a hunched heron where the creek silvers into the bay. An archaic stillness composed just so with the perfect grammar of the absolute spoken down the path you didn’t take. Mike Dillon is an essayist and poet who lives in a small town on Puget Sound northwest of Seattle.

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All the Lonely People

Sad is our singing from sunless places. The face we found when we gazed into water was not the face we sought. And the lip-soft soliloquy of the tide nipping stones whispered of no true north, only another washed up gull’s feather. We have only our buried love, our subjunctive, once-green love without object to bear toward quietus. And so we wander earth, blind as a people rebuilding after yet…

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So They Say

Medical science says any movement at the end— a finger-twitch, quiver of eyelid or lip, is involuntary. That other explanations are wishes. And when the death-snore is upon us, medical science also says, we who roar like a heedless train towards terminus are impervious as stone.                                     But I arrived just in time to take my mother’s hand and whisper: “I am here.” To…

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Inflorescence - Mike Dillon & Punkadelick (2023)

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Long Journey Ahead

You cast the bread of your body upon the waters. And shut the door on the warmth of your hearth to walk into the winter dusk doubling its fist in the pond beneath the willow. The path heads into the deep forest. Beneath your roof, firelight flickers from the hearth across the face of the stranger who has already taken your place. Mike Dillon lives in a small town on Puget Sound northwest of…

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Someday

Someday, in another land, without compass or map, I will find you before they can say to me that you have died. You will open your cottage door to me even before I knock, or before you know my name. And the unsayable vow, fey as a patch of sunlight deep in the forest, will be fulfilled before anyone can say to you that I have died. Mike Dillon lives in a small town on Puget Sound northwest of…