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An eye patch waits aslant his passenger seat.
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The blue bird tapped at my window and pecked my crumbs. I talked to him as to a small person about the things of life, of flowers, of trees and the sky. Even at times pretending he was erudite, I questioned him about evolution and extinction. He looked at me as if he…
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The ambient sound wheezes on.
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Creating a world in which no one believes . . . killing a world in which no one could believe.
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Staring at my $10 All Star Breakfast with extra bacon
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Figures are a strip tease.
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My whiskey drunk, I twist around to catch the white blur of the great horned owl as it swoops from telephone pole to fence post, ears alert, ready to undermine the idea of calm and quiet I’d let settle over me as I drained my glass.
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The wind comes up relentless
in the afternoon
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This poem begins my poetry collection. It is about the pain and suffering I experienced when I had an attack of two pulmonary embolisms, one in the right lung, one in the left. This nearly killed me. I lived with the pain in my lungs whenever I took a bre
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maybe it’s a good thing your muse has taken temporary leave
because at least she’s not pecking away at you
like an itch you can’t scratch
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I was sitting on the steps in the entryway to our apartment building taking off my running shoes when I spotted a paperclip on the floor. I assumed it had fallen from the mail that my wife had just taken from our mailbox. Once my shoes were removed, I went down to pick…
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burning for You, caught in between, yearning to remain completely wrapped around Your finger, feeling panoramic, and this alive.
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I walked into a novel and sat down on a rock. The language was distressed and full of cyclones and swells. I could smell embalming fluid and folklore. Everywhere I went there were doorknobs, escalators, and clocks. Objects of all genre overflowing with prose. I stood at …
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Between chapters, he trained my dog, Buster. He taught him to fetch bottle caps, roll over for no reason, and to play dead whenever someone raised their voice
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Meagan rides the subway with perfect lips and deep thoughts, looking moody out the smudged window like an actress in a Sofia Coppola film.
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A Praying Mantis
clover to bright emerald green
landed on my sleeve
and lingered as I worked
in my hay field.
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Sometimes words are carved in stone, but you won't find these in this poem
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All that loves green produces green.
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Let it rage.
I shall not suppress you.
Let your rage speak to you of the sorrow it hides,
until your sadness swallows you whole.
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It's house has seen every day and every night
From its windows stars are born and die
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Friday night, 80s halcyon,a memory of October bowling.The suburban lanes loudwith kids and kinetic releaseof balls slamming on maple.I have no footwork, no senseof release, fingers sweatyin the grips, resin droppingwith a hollow boomfollowed by derision from more adept…
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the only thing that impresses me now
is the state of my inebriation
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Does it ever happen to you to wish to talk to somebody? Just somebody. Anyone. A stranger you might meet. Just to talk. About anything, even of the rain. Of the sore you have on your foot, of the daffodil in bloom, of everything and nothing. This lady sat at my…
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Now her right breast was annoying her.
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Say say say say say say says our I-I-I-me tunes:
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