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Walking Dogs in an Illinoisan Fall
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...
TWO MODELS
“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...
Mother’s Persian Rugs
Mother wouldn’t have liked
those three men—
with their long grizzly beards
and big Milwaukee guts,
not to mention the mud
they tracked all over
Mother’s Persian rugs.
That day it...
Get it Together
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...
in the places between (unsettled correspondences of a relentless personal nature)
and sometimes all i got, seth is a lengthy corridor
filled with the sounds
and the shufflings of shoes and sober interludes
on a long train ride
going...
Pearl Street, 2020
This was supposed to be the year that I returned,to the breathtaking views of the Rockies,to the aroma of fresh-ground coffee,to the fragrances of...
walking through
i’ll walk into your forests and in the shadows of your mind i’ll walk along these winding paths to see what i might find
i’ll walk...
In Grief, Take As Long a Road As You Need
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...
What I saw
I didn’t see the little boy tuck a stolen loaf of bread under his jacket as he ran with his desperate bounty, but I...
A Spate of Poets
They’re everywhere – !behind bushes, on benches,under bridges, in the hedges,eyes shiningtoo much.
I’ll be the log in your fire place. Let our nostalgia ...
My life as a ditch
I am a ditch. I live in the ground. When the water flows
through me it washes along my sides with a familiar
tingling that I...
Yours for the Taking
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...


















