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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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The Less They Actually Do | Poetry
They exist loudly.They shriek into their cell phones,shrieking for attention any way they can get it.She was doing that today, right behind the car.She wore a bright purple velour sweatsuitwith sparkly-pink writing on the back,garish, loud.She stood ...
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For It All | Poetry
The older I get, the more childlike I become.The blood pumping through these veins remembers those days,though every cell that makes me me wasn't around even as late as last year.The habits of old are worn like ancient mountains.Some are still quite ...
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Which Is To Say | Poetry
There is no wish I wish to say.The distance between me andthe average life expectancyof a man is the same distanceto a sudden and scarily recent yesterday,one that flavors my dreamsas though I just woke to that cold sunrise. My namesake died at ...
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Meek Little Human That I Am | Poetry
Framed by fall and the constant kiss of open quiet,or the descending zig-zag of golden wings goldly shifting afternoonly,the tiny linear glitter of spiders’ webs pulled into curves of cool geometric mutiny,shadows of gold lengthening and reaching int...
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Another Blessed Day | Poetry
Exabytes of boundless beauty ...I perceive only a infinitesimal fraction of them in any given moment.Clarity is impossible without focus.I must use a big cleaver;and then, if I'm lucky, smaller blades, ever smaller.The sweet, tender nugget of percept...
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In Me | Poetry
The rain sweeps over the river minutes before it gets to us.Dripping lime-colored moss.Tears of life upon summer’s decaying detritus.This morning: gray-blue-silver, with a breeze.The soft roar of a nearby creek,brought to life by earlier sweeps.Rob...
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Here We Teeter | Protest Poetry
The future belongs to those of us who know what’s at stakeand are willing to fight for it.I’m not a politician, so I won’t blow smoke up your ass and saythat’s a lot of people. It really isn’t.Going along and getting along—that’s the true mode of bei...
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