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575youth’s days were borrowed, its number, your name / carefully journaled by razor into soft skin on the back of my hand, / the monument now gently faded into its wrinkles
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Nov 11, 2013
A Brief History of a Vacant Lotin the city where they rise now, / weeds waist high in summer times, / aglitter under with still-luxuriant diamonds
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Feb 20, 2011
AffirmationA new year came born last night / Or an old one died / Worn and used, useless
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Oct 10, 2009
A Funny Thing Happened Today at the ParkAs a kid, my best days had a trip to the park / in summer, / when Mother had time after work
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Feb 4, 2012
AgainIt was cold last night. Grandma’s homemade crocheted afghan wasn't long enough to cover foot to nose. It had too many holes where hugs should have been woven. Numb toes woke first in hollow shoes, dancing and eager for morning to come. I ignored them. But a filled bladder proved too much to pass, so I rose to *** in the paper soda cup I’d saved for the purpose. Now, hours later, the sun is shining, burning our condensed breathes from the windshield. It’s warm again. / We’re both hungry again, too. The yorkie yaps his need in time with mine: / “Let’s eat.”
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Sep 27, 2013
A Human RequiemOh decry the weakness of our condition, / sets brother on brother, / us versus them
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Jul 25, 2010
All Things ConsistThe sword, / An object of beauty / While mildly
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Sep 23, 2009
A Meeting PerchanceI see her lips curl in grimace / A purulence of old meat / Put off too many tomorrows
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Dec 12, 2009
An Eleventh of SeptemberThis was my sand yesterday, / Hot and gritty, / Yet comforting, embracing
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Sep 19, 2009
Answers in RainWere answers in rain, / Now just a fine mist. / Dark pools that remain
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Jan 24, 2010
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