A Purple House
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Try to guess the color of the
Next house you see and even if you are
Four you won’t probably say “lilac” — which isn’t quite
The right word for the shade of the
Purple house in New Jersey … Read the rest “A Purple House”
Writer. Demand Poet.
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Try to guess the color of the
Next house you see and even if you are
Four you won’t probably say “lilac” — which isn’t quite
The right word for the shade of the
Purple house in New Jersey … Read the rest “A Purple House”
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My sweet princess told Matt, the
Shoe salesman as he bent
Over her little foot, “I touched
Your head!” the last word lifting
Up like a startled sparrow leaving
A branch.
She might hear, someday, about
How the real … Read the rest “I Touched Your Head”
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I’m not at supper tonight and
I hide from it often, maybe because
You said we must gather together
At the end of the day, but by then,
I’m done with togethering. I wished I’d stayed at
Target (the … Read the rest “I’m Not at Supper”
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We are all on the verge
Of something. Like the serene
Beagle standing so still at the
End of his leash, yet shivering
For the ripe time to snatch
That little boy’s dangling sandwich.
We are on the verge … Read the rest “On the Verge”
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Two men say: I love you
With turkey. They do it at
At least twice a year,
Once at my husband’s
Table, with me at the store
Choosing all the groceries, the
Parsnips off season,
The magical ginger root… Read the rest “With Turkey”