Writer. Demand Poet.
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Here are my hands, pulling apart the arms of the
Berry bush, to find this little blue planet.
If I don’t take you now, sweetheart,
You are dead. I see your little sister
Squashed flat in the hay under … Read the rest “Life Sentence”
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Once we cross over to Pennsylvania
The land returns to my father;
Hills blasted apart then coated with
Soft green allegheny down.
Shadow makers crawling across
The blue sky in pipe drawn
Huffs. Thin bridges dangle
Semi trailers above … Read the rest “Once We Cross Over to Pennsylvania”
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Out here I can’t
Seem to keep anything
Inside. Even with the
A/C running full tilt
And the house sealed from
Heat blasting, I can’t
Stop the magnetic pull
Of the horizon and its
Girl-sweet clouds like
Back-up singers … Read the rest “Thoughts Escaping”
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I’ve chosen a road for us
To go and now we are
Headed on out
Because this is the way I
Have said we should go.
What do I know?
I am some tiny god in this
Escher kingdom … Read the rest “Navigating”