Turnaround

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What I saw

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Words

Reflections on Baking

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Who knew the pecans float to the top ofthe pie? Who knew —When a knife comesclean it is done? While I recordthat the sun is making a...

This Small Skull Once Belonged

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I have never felt connected to anything, not even my own body. I am trying  to remember the last time I felt  I did not have to...

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...

Tierra Nueva

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In this random pick-up-sticks, double helixMelting pot amalgam and gene pool diasporaOf multiracial physiognomy, skin color,And multilingual saga, rhythm, and songOf European, African, Asian,...

Broken Poem

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There is a poem lying beside the road, its red fur ablaze in the morning sunlight. The spine of the poem is broken and one leg is partially...

‘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...

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...

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...

About Bob

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Smiling at the paper:  it’s telling him a secret (the secret of the margin-labyrinth) Look at the sky—it’s much closer here. Hazel starry The long eyelashes.       (more...

A Real Estate

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I live in a borough called Beauty, at the end of a street called Strife, and I walk through a glade called Gladness down a long lonely...

CONCRETE BOREDOM

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My heart beats change to a speed I can’t endure.There is only one cure;return to a rustic life with nature,free from this jungle lunacy...

Gleti, After Al-Gharra

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I am the siren that beached mariners everywhere, the daughter of waves and of memory. - The one who coaxed Samson out of his power. The last...