Writer. Demand Poet.
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A chopped up
Christmas carol
Then
Hurrays and oh-my-
Goshes,
Then
Assorted giggles and
HAHAHAHs
Break from a
Passing argument and
Float from the
Other room.
Dandelion seeds
On a wind.
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I’m writing small stones as part … Read the rest “The Other Room — small stone”
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I don’t mean to be crass
It’s just that
I’ve been alone all day and
I’ve got all these words
Clattering around inside me: mean,
Rusted out shards of
Everyday life tossed in a big ole
Heap, and so… Read the rest “I Don’t Mean to Be Crass”
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I’m working hard to
Blame the shit out of you,
You cardiac surgeon who
Never met me but who
Transplanted my
Engine to another
State another
Lazy excuse and then said
It’s for the best.
I don’t give a … Read the rest “I’d Like My Heart Back”
Those afternoon hours seem as if they should be endless.
Miles and miles to fill before dinner and dad.
We drop our bags on the bench, and
We set our feet free, and I don’t have to say
Go play… Read the rest “To the Repair Station”
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One minute there was four of us
Together in the cold white room.
You cradled in daddy’s arms,
So foggy from the pain
Meds, but rumbling still
Your recognition.
Then two vials of liquid into
Your leg and
You … Read the rest “Where did you go?”