Writer. Demand Poet.
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It’s nice, isn’t it? The way we all can just look
Out the window and see the
Same things everyday, like that
Same poop-filled plastic bag.
Someone scooped up with
His own hand, closed it gently,
With a … Read the rest “Look Out”
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My neighbor I don’t
Know him, except he
Grins and hellos us
On our way to school.
My neighbor he parks
Beater cars in the
Road, rims resting
On blacktop.
My neighbor wears
Dark hoodies, and has scruff
On … Read the rest “Repairs”
Nature is a cliche.
Out the window there’s
Another shrub, another
Tree, some oblivious dog– all very busy
Throwing around shadows
Because that’s the deal they
Made with Sun.
A trade of life
For livelong day
Reminders —
Real or… Read the rest “Reminders”
Clouds at
Main stuttered
Into dusk.
Showed me
A memory:
Thanksgiving 2007.
Suzannah, the dog and
A Zip car. My
Brother, alone–
Awkard.
We walked low
Tide sunset
Over sodden
Rippled sand.
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This post is from my poetry series … Read the rest “Clouds at Main”
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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”