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We Reflect
We walk the rural path from a one-room school …..rubber boots scrape the gravel We stand, flip 100 burgers in a line, for lunch time, …..sneakers smell slick, still, with rancid fat We sit, alone, with...
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Sense of Time
Lick, lick — lick at the wind with taste buds grasp a sailing tail Wink, wink — wink at the tapestry with eyes pull through the fading threads Sniff, sniff — sniff at the sands with nose count every...
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The Blasted
Blasted past ripped from the news paper tattered by the birds with hard beaks beating into a pulp fiction stories of lovers entwined rings of a stump torn apart pages pressed tightly together by wind...
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Hard Boiled Boy
He ran down the now rickety staircase …..like a herd of cast Remington wild broncos His footsteps loudly entered the room …..like they had been forged by a blacksmith They rang through the bruised...
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Aisling for the Land
My love — this land was made for you — and me for our family — trees and our roots all its seasons turn — leaves turn, turn through strong winds — blowing lonely feelings small — I will lay me down,...
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Lumber Dog
He winds through the wind broken woods a wagging wanderer, leaping, like lumberjack in a Canadian tuxedo splitting the space on all fours legs of two-by-fours, kilned hard, He searches the timber tall...
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Bashert
She sat there in a suit, my bashert let me introduce myself with resume and cover Time was uncovered, her life I did discover my life, my career, a season, a cycle A gym I shared, I yearn, I spin, I...
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Wormwood
∞ Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo). Today’s prompt: Day Twenty-Eight: “Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a...
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Chosen
I came poor of birth I was born blue into childhood of a childhood cut from my parents’ impulses gifted second-hand a copy of a 163rd reprinting Baby and Child Care a gift of new and old it was a time...
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A Love Song
Well, I found a woman stronger than anyone I know At last…my love has come along. My lonely days are over ’cause you make me feel so brand new and I want to spend my life with you I hope you don’t mind...
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