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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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 never been so
Unsettled on the
Way out. Something about the
Leaving this time makes
Me want prance on a
Trampoline– up and down
Get moving but go
Nowhere. All the lately
Scurrying hasn’t been to
Stuff away … Read the rest “On the Way Out”
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… Read the rest “Emergent Occasions”No man is an Island, intire of it selfe;
Every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine;
If a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as
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My sweet princess told Matt, the
Shoe salesman as he bent
Over her little foot, “I touched
Your head!” the last word lifting
Up like a startled sparrow leaving
A branch.
She might hear, someday, about
How the real … Read the rest “I Touched Your Head”