Writer. Demand Poet.
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My mind was a grocery list last night
Running through the pantry of
Missing items. Of those staples
Of self I do not have. If I
Take a job offered me (why bother)
I’ll just be the spoiled apple… Read the rest “The Grocery List”
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Our girls are not
Bedrock and limestone.
Take them to the dance and
Pump them full of absinth and
They are yours. But all those
Bruises rush downhill in
An avalanche of destruction,
Coach.
Little man, you are
Pummeling … Read the rest “Three Girls”
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late sun drops low
over the reservoir
one circle of light among
the dozen headlamps
already licking the
new english road.
I want to stop. The single
goose on a high rock island
wants me to stop.
the soft … Read the rest “Sun Drops – small stone”
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how you adore the
Gloomy Bear, with his
Saucer eyes, and pink
fur. You don’t
Notice that he’s
Sadistic anime with
Blood on his
Claws. I coo
Nonchalantly and
Slowly
Close that tab.
–
I’m writing small stones … Read the rest “A Girl and Gloomy – small stone”
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I fly by you
On the way to pickup.
On a stranger’s
Lawn, you assemble yourself
Into a web of
Neon yellow straps–
The harness to
Hold you here on this earth,
Up there,
In the arms of
One … Read the rest “Harness – small stone”