Writer. Demand Poet.
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We’re fooled.
The vine too.
By the nature of
This rusted
Arm slanting up
Through
Sunlight.
Not tree–
Old
Telephone
Infrastructure
Wrapped.
Forgotten.
Going native.
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This post is from my poetry series for January, “What Details Knowâ€Â … Read the rest “Not Tree”
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At the same second I
See
All the wires,
I feel the
Weight
Of my
Buttocks
In the
Single
Bucket
Seat.
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This post is from my poetry series for January, “What Details Know†— daily small stones … Read the rest “Dis Connected”
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Breaking down
Boxes then
‘Sea’ label gives
Up the
Glue and floats
Down my body.
Tiny,
Yet still
Packed
With all London
Gone by.
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This post is from my poetry series for January, “In the Details†… Read the rest “Label Speak”