Words

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...

On Holding Hands

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I want to tell you: that this part will be simple, that you’ll always know what happens next, that the first one you let cross the threshold...

Yours for the Taking

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I keep myself busy long enough to not remember the time. I keep track of minutes best in the mountainsfeeling them passing like a rhythm...

en el camino con angelitos

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L.A. i said isn’t that where dreams go to die where you never say hello so you don’t have to say goodbye  where crooks find love and lepers fornicate and...

Walking Dogs in an Illinoisan Fall

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We used to walk local shelter dogs in the fall.One of them had to stop every few yards to pee. We didn’t mind, & neither...

In Grief, Take As Long a Road As You Need

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In grief:Take as longa roadas you need,mingling withheartbreakingholy darknessgiving spaceto each chasmcalling for tending. When emerging,coming up for breathhold firm in keepinglightalive and well,find ways...

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...

Rosa

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A rose projects its beauty in so many shapes and colors.  The aroma of elegance brings a soothing comfort to the soul like the first...

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...

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...

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...

Untitled

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a pink chalk uterus lines the sidewalk outside the high school allison calls it medicinal pink, my favorite color and on twitter a dozen people can’t identify the wings of a clitoris a...