Words

For the Sake of Strangers

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No matter what the grief, its weight,we are obliged to carry it.We rise and gather momentum, the dull strengththat pushes us through crowds.And then...

Self-Deceit #3

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I know that room inside youwhere you go to hide when you’re scared and don’t want to be seen. Where your back is turned away, eyes lowered if they’re...

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...

Obelisks in the Desert

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Melted moon-wax dripping outover the leave-less trees tonightcharming me with such good tastelanguidly stitching together the patchwork The textures weren’t half so brightwhen they ensconced...

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...

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...

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...

The Studio

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My mind is unwritten musicAnd a million notes played at once:A blank stave overflowing.And in this chaotic emptinessLies the melody that seeks to be...

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...

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...

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...

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...