Stories tagged poems

She Called My Poem Nice

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“There is no future in art, you will not change lives with flowery words. Please don’t rock the boat”

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I need more reds and more greens for I will be at the verge of fatigue to start this painting.

Bitter Ballads: No. 2

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The sidewalk cracks / suck the sidewalk dry

The Execution

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Once metal is rotting, there is residue. Yes that is the color. Caput Mortum.

Map

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Someone thought the world could be wrapped up in a few words

Bitter Ballads - No. 3

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A crucifixion scene.

Autumn in the early days

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In September's fallen footnotes

An Occupy Trifecta

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We have the power of the ordinary on our side.

One for me & One for Jerry Lee

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On my 52nd birthday I began drinking whiskey at a little past midnight. I don’t usually do that but I felt like getting drunk and writing poems. So here I am pounding away on this machine at 3 o’clock in the morning. I've finished the last of the James

A Poem written as my Former Self

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And there it is lifeless. A bird. A robin? A blue bird with a yellow head. A mockingbird?

Artist-In-Residence

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It amazes me how easily I can let go get on a plane and take off live among strangers write in a foreign office read outside on the balcony cook dinner for one drink wine at noon laugh with new friends it amazes me how easily I can let go…

Never Enough

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“it's never enough... no matter how good you are compared to the team..."

Nonlinear

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As brave as a deciduous tree in winter, / with only its trembling to give, I live. / Leaves, ordinary, thin, brown, die; dying, enrich the earth; I?

June 15, 1962

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We left behind the wedding rings on the dresser along with the other jewelry.

Coal Mine Pickle Jar

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I can’t move - I try to move my arms - I try to move my legs - If I can scream then that will wake me up - I scream