Sonnet 45

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Red Tail

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The Devil’s Advocate is a Pacifist

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As I stared into the eyes of Michael Cohenon the Lucky’s market television; blinded by humanity or lack thereof.I saw a system which breeds...

Two Minutes to Midnight

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Under the super-blue-blood-moon      the truth eclipsed, Two minutes left to love you ( time enough, perhaps, to contemplate  ,  why .. Just footsteps in to...

Love letter to the corn dog at River and Woods

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A bite into you is a bite into late backyard nights where summer breezes bring you the scents of swaying cornfields and the laughter of friends and the...

soon to depart

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a summer wind and softly, now, the whisper of falland these shadows, like snakes they creep down my wall  and the sun, swiftly his chariot borne through the...

No Language

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For years I’d see Tim free fall from some height while sitting still in the backwoods of his life after his wife died of alcohol poisoning he cut...

in the places between (unsettled correspondences of a relentless personal nature)

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and sometimes all i got, seth is a lengthy corridor filled with the sounds and the shufflings of shoes and sober interludes on a long train ride going...

Sonnet 45

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the lyrics go something like yeah, yeah, yeah while the drum goes chitch underwater cunk cunk and the singer goes yeah babe yeah yeah yeah then electric...

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...

Tracks

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You always told me to let loose. Live a little. You said that life was too short to be holed up in a dark...

It’s Not Too Late

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Walking around the lake this afternoon, something about the cottonwood leaves, strewn along the shore, and how the colors glowed, and the reflections in the water slowed me...

the young, the the we, the all

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By the virtue that we are children & were more soThat young & exposed we were cunning enough to readThat the society of the...

Arisen

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                            Dawn hesitated,                  Behind the clouds                           Clawing, at the                Dark summit scrapple                           And brought to her                Were age quivers                           Of bird shadows                From sun flights. Kristen Marshall is a founding member of Boulder...