If I could fight

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Recovering

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Words

‘So, You’re a Poet’

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Don’t read into the title, “So, You’re a Poet,” just see it for what it is. There’s no question mark, no other words. It’s...

Bare Arms

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How’s everything at school? Good...why? Another mother passed along a whisper: there’s this boy, he might have a gun. Should I tell you, or leave you in...

Excerpt from Postscript #29

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There have been more baby ghosts lately with few fit for heaven. The air in the room is toxic. The government feels threatened thinks...

If I could fight

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Dear diary, I felt a new emotion after weeks on end of nothing but fatigue; it was hatred for the human race It's been getting worse after coming so...

Tree in Winter

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You will be here again. Your eyes closed in brightening light from a window, open in winter. Magenta blooms lidded, your forehead held by a shoulder put forward...

Summer Time

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I can’t think about summer enough. The gooey melancholy warm inside me like FAT Krinkle-Kut French Fries dipped in ketchup In between pool games and juke box...

covid 19

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the sounds of new home construction hammering nails into dystopian rhythms waveforms like ring droplets on still water spreading through our quiet neighborhood like a virus  coming off...

Understandable

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Uppermost in almost anybody’s mind these days (Not to impute Platonic shape to space) Desire (as if it were a thing) will blaze Entre nous anew, prognosticating...

Fisherman with a Beer

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fisherman with a beer smoking a cigarette listening to Nirvana scaring all the birds fisherman with a beer smoking a cigarette listening to Nirvana scaring all the birders fisherman with a beer smoking...

Navajo Peak (a poem in two voices)

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In the winter of 1948 a plane crashed in the Indian Peaks west of Boulder, Colorado. It took three days to recover the three...

All Forms Will Have an End

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991 homes were burned into oblivion On Thursday, December 30th, 2021. The fire did not discriminate. If the houses were beautifully kept Or cluttered and in...

Whether The Storm

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surf churns with ever sharpened howling windparallel waves crashing and screaming rainlike tiny honed ice crystal blade cut thick skinwhile storm on rise at...