Face The Dirt

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livea humble

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Bukowski, again

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oh holy poetic father your long skinny soul scrawled across the backs of thousands of naked spines and how each drop of battery acid dripped from the dots in the eyes and the...

Les Très Riches Heures de Susan Nevelow Mart

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Susan Nevelow Mart, beloved director of the Wise Law Library at CU, is retiring. She will be missed. The sun was bright upon us once. We...

Sun Gazing

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Sunlight’s fingered rays reaching through the clouds tired of being cold I turn my eyes toward the deep blue skies yearning to break free from this Santa Fe world there is...

TWO MODELS

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“Game recognises game” Popular saying Used in someBlack people’sConversations Normally blurted outWhen one seesTheir best qualitiesIn another. Example given: Back in the 1950s,A FloridaCheesecake modelDidn’t want toLimit herself to...

Disassembled

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4 wallsSurrounded and safe like a fly in a cupConfused and lost beyond wordsA hideous reminder of what we could be.Had we taken that...

Cold Night

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I see him, maybe a 100 yds off, drunkenly moving from car to car checking to see if anyone left a door unlocked. Nope....

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...

No such thing

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Fate rides on fiery tracks as the warmth of the flame creeps from underneath the doortell me one thing, darlingis it everything you imagined it to...

Three Poems

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accomplice he shoves a rusty crowbar into my hands i want you to climb up on the rooftear up some of the shinglesmake it look like...

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...

(We must learn to tell) stories

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...TELL. STORIES. The art to propel The electric current Shooting off the table. The fork extending from the carcass, The fork sticking out of the socket Buzzing with a potential...

On my Mom’s dying

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She saw my first breath. I saw her last. And, in between,      many days of      smiles, shouts,      puddles, clouds      thoughts deluded, denuded,      eluded...