Writer. Demand Poet.
April 7 Poem
How do you like my new boots?
I’ll bet it is quite easy to smell the
Hide shine from your vantage,
Sole pressing into your throat.
I’ve heard you have thoughts.
How interesting. When did that
Start … Read the rest “Submit to Me”
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Six pressure-treated boxes in the backyard.
Cubical quadrilaterals waiting under
A flat snow. We aren’t always a
Summer jungle of tomato vines.
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I’m writing “small stonesâ€Â as past of Mindful Writing Challenge 2014.  If you care to … Read the rest “Boxes – #smallstone – Day 3”
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helleborus in a washed-out chinese-food tin;
her spiked hearts and freckled petals
turning towards the pane.
Yesterday
I marveled at your shades of pale viridescence.
Today
I wonder ‘how long before the blooms fall?’
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I’m writing “small stonesâ€Â … Read the rest “Helleborus – #smallstone – Day 2”
I keep hearing them say:
No Drama
No Drama
Yet, all our lives and all the world around is a series of dramas playing out.
Of characters passing across the thrust
Of hearts being broken and lives being twisted
Into
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The two of you browse the
Grass aisles of the gravestone shop
Stuck between then and now at Locust and Cherry, with
The truckers and the teachers passing.
Marble blocks scatter on the little
Hill and you squint in … Read the rest “The Two of You”