Words

When we howl

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When we howl, we howl as oneAgainst the breakersAgainst the silenceAgainst the bone When we howl, we’re calling to you,“Ahwooooooooo!”Saying, I see you, I hear...

A memory I can hardly remember…

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A memory I can hardly remember,My first memory?Dangling by a string,So close to being lost.I know it is Spring,The Lilac tree is in bloom,But...

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...

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...

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...

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...

If I Could Fight

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Dear diary,I felt something new todayafter weeks on endof nothing but fatigue;it was hatredfor the human race It’s getting worse againafter coming so closedon’t shine...

Free Poetry Skool @ Downtown Public Library

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Poets gather like words on a page scribed in their own handwriting as illustrious lines they embody poetic form — such as , a tercet , perhaps — where this...

My story

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I wonder why it is by all accounts that what I’ve arranged is as yet fixedwhen night makes up for lost time with me.Now...

Instrument of Vibration

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In reverie I drum with open handsall over my naked chest legs stomach,beating into this life a rhythm,percussing the guts beneath my skin... my...

NOTHING

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Think of nothing . . .  without thinking of something. Can you comprehend no beginning and no end? For nothing always never was the absence of existence. Our     ...

The Rocking Chair Song

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Be aware of the midnight knock, the one that sends you breathless out under moth veiled streetlights, no time to grab a toothbrush or...