Words

focus

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where was the attention span placed? look under the rubble the distracted clutter of mind is hiding there somewhere it would have remembered to call if the blue jay...

Dirty Work

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Eleanor’s childhood was still standing at the corner of Maple and Eighth. It had always been, seemed like it always would be. When she...

Postscript

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Covid – year two. I no longer live within myformer parameters.Sleep comes in waves per night as does dream. Some days the sun sings I’m...

Rewritten

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I know it might hurt if you told me what you really think of me, but I feel a deeper ache to never be able to...

The failure in our living

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Dying where we stand, slouched, our eyes closed, hands covering our ears, one could almost imagine the world has stopped revolving, a silent protest against our collective indifference of the rot...

Turnaround

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One hundred and eightyDegree turnaroundMade several timesIn one lifetime— From numbers runner and burglarBreaking into mansions of moneyed White menTo writer and Muslim messengerReaching into...

Thanksgiving

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When we arrived in this unknown placewe knit together in a waythat made me want to shoutthis, this is my family.How could you know...

to william

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Faulkner, you fucker you came on to me with your words and your prose and the things you could seeand i’m beholden, Man and what can i do wondering...

Recovering

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Recovering Irecover likestrength sappedfrom maple treesawaiting syruplike a broken stirrupon a runawaysteed its rider upsidedown being draggedoff intoa distance unasked forunknown or a ghostunwilling to admitthat deathhas brought the end ofbreath the sounds ofa...

Garden Graves

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To my surprise, there are still three Cardinal Climbers which have bloomed in the chill of mid-October; their regal red trumpet petals open & held high...

An Ode to the Sounds of Blackness

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When Ray Charles asked, “Come live with me and won’t you be my love?” Gladys said she’s leaving to be with him On a midnight train...

open book (start on page one, or anywhere?)

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some days — if by days you mean libraries (i’m my own library) —i file myself under fiction;some days, anthologies  during regular library business hoursi read myselfas a...