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A Christmas KissYesterday, again, / the pigeons gathered / on the tip of the barn roof,
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Dec 26, 2020
AmendsHow does healing happen, how do hearts mend, how do we heal of our own accord as grief arrives with the loss of three beloved family members, two victims of cancer, the third a burst aneurysm while the deadly Coronavirus reigns supreme across a nearly destroyed planet, how can a disregard to connect prevail, is it a covert decision to not offer solace, concern or even curiosity, maybe the fortress built over the years for protection has locked everyone inside a cold darkness. / With years of relentless self-recrimination and ancestral anguish, the blame/shame is apparently hard-wired into each successive generation, a cellular overload of baggage writ into the DNA of the Lahti-Riley clan of silent Finn’s and Irish drunks, while hard evidence is unavailable, recent history indicates a high probability the Bain-Cannon and the Mortimer-Stuckey tribes carried the same absence of absolution now alive in the Riley-Bain-Mortimer psyche. / Did a peace offering, an acknowledgment of accountability from a less than perfect mother, who made amends to each innocent victim guarantee forgiveness, no, nor did her heartfelt amends promise future harmony to unify a family; no, amends are a fragile beginning, a hold out for hope, an appeal to begin anew, to bequest trust and appreciation of the innate good within, to open the fortress doors together and behold the Light of day. And still the bell tolls.
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Jul 28, 2020
Angel on a StringDo you long for proof of the Something greater; / do you create weird ways to test Its existence? / or do you wonder if a Divine Source also waits,
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Sep 18, 2020
ApologeticsHe called to straighten her out, / To announce his disappointment. / In no uncertain terms, he rammed it home,
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Nov 26, 2011
A Post, Post Modern RapWhat climate change you talkin' bout, / it's not a problem, we'll be all be fine, / in our lifetime, in our lifetime
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Feb 4, 2021
A Renaissance of Poetryjust might indicate / the need for less words, / and deeper silence,
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Dec 22, 2022
A Substantiated FactIn dozens upon dozens of donut experiments igniting my joints on fire, a previously substantiated fact is known; sugar makes my body ache, but it matters not, because all evidence is easily cast aside when life happens. / Like when the guy cuts the long line at the grocery store then, slowly glances around innocent, wide-eyed as if to say, “Who me?” You know ‘em, the thirty something, collar turned up on one side of his ca-ca brown LL Bean jacket, hands dug down into his jean pockets, a real big shot or how about the infuriating beep-beep, a millisecond after the traffic light turns green and in your rearview, you see what looks like the same guy from the store but it’s not, it’s a woman in a Mercedes, with her leather-gloved, you know which finger, placed on the dashboard. / And believe me, I can go on about the stash of resentments available to me if there’s any down time in my immediate vicinity, I can count on these oldies but goodies to awaken my sugar monster, to rattle her cage and I wonder is anyone out there even remotely like me, anyone believe life could be, should be less trying and a bit kinder. I mean how about a few break-evens, try if you will, to imagine making a RMV phone call answered by a pleasant RMV staffer who fixes your problem in five minutes flat.
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Feb 27, 2021
A Tired Old NutAt times I imagine knowing what’s going on but no, I never do, / not really, not from the inside where I endlessly sulk and feel rejected, no, I only pretend to get it to appear normal, and sadly, desperately to gain approval of others no matter what I may be feeling inside. / Let me say here, this life-long, well-practiced character charade
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Dec 26, 2020
Buried AliveThis grief, it won’t leave, it chases me, grabs my ankles, / pulls me to my knees, stalks me during the day, / crawls into bed with me at night,
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Feb 27, 2021
Cat and MouseWhen she was young, / her mother asked, / "Why rush ahead,
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Dec 25, 2011
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