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What Have You Nailed Yourself To? | Poetry
It isn’t a waste of time to scream at the stars, or throw out your oatmeal,or watch birds pecking away at the feeder, or dip your feet into swirling and muddy river water to retrieve a bit of red driftwood.Who makes up such rules anyway? I’d really l...
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You're as Conformist and Common as They Come | Poetry
You think because you dress differentlyor wear your hair in a different style,or drink hemp milk or work for a non-profit,that you aren't a conformist.You think because your Facebook handle is "cool"or that your musical tastes are obscure,or that you...
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Deeper Waters | Poetry
There's cool air. Almost cold.And a pile of twigs from the cottonwood tree out front.There's green grass. I'm sitting on it.I've got matches.I'm striking the matches, one by one, and then holdingthe flames to selected twigs.The air is dry and smells ...
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I Feel It All Ache | Poetry
I ache for this place.I have seen almost none of it,but I ache even for those numberless places I haven’t seen too.This culture is insane.It’s suicidal.It lumbers around on cancerous fairy tales of eternal growth,as that remarkable young woman cried,...
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The Shadows of Lesser Men | Poetry
I wrote this during the first yearof Trump's illegitimate presidency.It's terrifying how relevantso much of it still is.~~*~~The shadows of lesser men.The examples I’m supposed to look up to.The values. The likes and dislikes.The politics. The worldv...
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As She Holds Us | Poetry
If the evening holds,I’ll be out holding it.The daily news is a cacophony of catastrophe.The truly good are silencedwhile the hateful and the soul-dead are raised up and glorified.Nobody’s listening.Nobody’s watching.Nobody cares.It is so difficult t...
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This Modern Day | Poetry
Through this age of blindness, of noise, of—cackling, screaming, pleading ...this age of masturbatory self-dealing, wheeling, groaning ...this age of destruction writ large, of the purveyance of all things profane,this age so insane ...This climb alo...
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The Essential Part of the Problem | Poetry
We ignore the horrors of our lives at our peril:the destruction of the Commonwealth;the erosion of our liberties;the coup of our government by a hateful cabalof vastly Caucasian testosterone mutantswith a jaundiced eye towards global domination.We to...
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XTREME! | Poetry
A quiet space like that garden.Like that neighborly breeze.Like that breath of uncertain air. Like night’s grainy stillness.Like the swath of various green shimmering under diamond sunlight.Like home.There the deepest currents reach for me.Air and fl...
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Belonging | Poetry
Hours after a windfall and a tree’s rustling leaves,a path comes clear. The night air complements the rust and rot.Rain isn’t the culprit, though. I am. I’ve spent so much time,and my heart sags with love, but more: the sense of belongingthat so many...
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Not Up Close | Poetry
We weren’t meant to cling forever to this shell.It gave us life and breath. It brought us up.But we aren’t to suckle its breasts forever!Out there is our destiny. Out there is our hope.Out there is our survival. We have better things to dothan fear o...
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