Writer. Demand Poet.
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Good morning, again.
I’m still breathing. I’m still
Yours and still I’m unfixed
This Thursday in the middle of
The dregs of winter. Occasionally it
Occurs to me to believe that
This will be the best we get
And … Read the rest “The Wind Still Blows”
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Google can you spare me a
A chance encounter with
Life? I keep wandering around
Your innards, picking at
Scabs and chewing on old
Gum stuck under old
Search results somehow unable to
Recall what I came here for … Read the rest “Area Attractions”
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The steam chugging
Out this plastic pig’s
Ears isn’t
Natural isn’t right
A man-made atrocity
At the foot of my
Bed. What else can
Be said of this
Little piggy?
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Dogs are the best
At saying “I’ve got
All I need thanks”
Lounging in the
Hardwood sun.
Although they’ll gladly
Get up for
You.
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Will you meet me
At the end of
The day, to
Reconcile the
Pain to
Clear things up, to
Pour ourselves together
In a glass and
Melt a little?
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I’m writing small stones as part of the … Read the rest “Clear Things – small stone”