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Sonnet 45

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the lyrics go something like yeah, yeah, yeah while the drum goes chitch underwater cunk cunk and the singer goes yeah babe yeah yeah yeah then electric...

Out of time

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He most definitely knew what hit him. His family and friends would seek solace in the standard untruth that “at least he didn’t feel...

Get it Together

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Just there after, the lights dim down to a nearly indiscriminate fade.The hush falls on the crowd like a falling line of dominos.It’s the...

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....

Waiting for Spring

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Crows and snow a tethered world monochromatic static, white noise of sight like floaters, skittery images through flakes the size of quarters, and feathered balls of birds sitting it out on sugared...

Turnaround

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One hundred and eightyDegree turnaroundMade several timesIn one lifetime— From numbers runner and burglarBreaking into mansions of moneyed White menTo writer and Muslim messengerReaching into...

open book (start on page one, or anywhere?)

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some days — if by days you mean libraries (i’m my own library) —i file myself under fiction;some days, anthologies  during regular library business hoursi read myselfas a...

This Winter Day

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What are WE to one another? If not reminders of our     Continuous connection to Earth     And to the Love inherent in Her Creation. Where...

I Wish To Know You

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I wish to know you in blinding light, I wish to know you in radiant stars. Your kiss like the sea’s jetting mist,the wish that planted...

hewn and hallowed

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full moon poetryjagged and rawbleeding from the woundsof an ancestral saw back and forth as it goesthrough the passage of timewith these hands, grandfatherthat cannot...

Garden Graves

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To my surprise, there are still three Cardinal Climbers which have bloomed in the chill of mid-October; their regal red trumpet petals open & held high...

Stories from the Marsh Land

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Woven stories from the marsh land.A baptism of fire erupts in your eyes.A first day built of sweat and smoke and bomb craters.Where did...