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A Haiku in Sharp FocusI sometimes wonder / If my last regret will be / the things left unsaid.
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Oct 4, 2013
A Haiku of sorts: Fat Charlie the ArchangelI now view my mortality as a foe. / And I think I can win.
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Sep 28, 2014
A Little ThingAnd the secret things she whispered to me. / Beneath the limbs of the baobab tree. / I held to my lips like molasses and wine
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Dec 19, 2013
An Open Letter to the Love of My Life.Dear… / I don’t even know what to call you. But, already, we are beyond such things, aren’t we? When you wander into my head from time to time and form to form I am left with out a course of action. Mostly because action seems… so… very…very… silly. But this time. I took said action. Here it is. / I am sounding this letter off of the sky as postage. I am licking my lips to seal the envelope and throwing my marbles into the sun. I am lifting you, without strings, with the last of my magic.
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Jul 29, 2011
A poem about love*Written as a wedding gift for two dear friends, Gregg and Lisa.* / This is a love poem. / This is a clashing skylines over mountain tops love poem.
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May 22, 2013
arta tenent meI would inscribe her image on the front of my heart, / were her irises, ink. / And though my hands have wept and bled.
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Nov 6, 2011
A Sea Shanty“Don’t forget me. Okay? I want to be remembered. Just not this way. I will remember you as a dancer who could weave patterns through the rain. And you remember me in a sailors cap and dungarees.” / “The smell of this never seems to go away. I won’t forget you, though I may over look us sometimes, just the same. I meant it when I said it. But if you wouldn’t mind. Do your best to forget me if you please..”
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Sep 17, 2012
Big WorldBig World / Our hands met in a mess of rust red. Pressing the clay into heart shapes as they reached into one and other for something to believe in. But our journey began before then, in fits and starts. In passing scenes of first act exposition. My wondering eyes and yours of gloss and experience on summer nights of velvet lines. / We would be forced together, it seems, by happenstance and wine, like a passing note on a harmonica that you hit just right for the first time. And we would become fluent in our own drunken language of 3 am metaphor and sadness.
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Feb 23, 2014
BinaryWe make shapes with our hearts. / Concentric rings that ebb and flow like spice and mystery. / And though the rings are not eternal..
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Oct 15, 2011
B Movie Love StoryMaybe. Maybe I said it. Maybe. / Maybe I said, “I love you.” / And maybe. Maybe. It was too soon.
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Aug 15, 2011
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