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i wish i was pow

about eight feet up, the Rylance/Rudko (94) was usually reliable having still functioning the following keys – I W S H O P A Z M – and indeed now a woman in jeans and a white t-shirt (it’s usually … Continue reading

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hands

silver pipe cellphone toy gun loose cigarettes skittles: what’s in their hands is now on ours   – via a prompt from Two Sylvias Press

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Full of Stars

i tire of the sun it’s always in sight and its brilliance is taking its toll the stars all around shine ever so bright and i’m tired of seeing them all the rings of Saturn are epic and grand but … Continue reading

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Vanity, You Pretty Thing

In a f e w days, i’ll be reading a statement directly on camera, silver gun pin impaling shirt to tie, fixing me here, staring into red hum light – a stop sign i’ll ignore while my needle skates across … Continue reading

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when you believe

when your mom told you bad luck results from going outside with wet knees, you scrubbed skin to raw red medallions, never as dry as could be. now you believe bad luck opportunes from clipped toenails after rain, from whistling … Continue reading

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The Boss’ Jag

Over the past few years, I’ve participated in 30 day found poetry challenges during National Poetry Month. This is the first year I’m participating in a non-found challenge. We’ll see how this goes. Anything posted here should be considered a … Continue reading

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in the end

In the end, you look at him still NoT convinced you don’t mingle the minutes shrug on               dropped                         down                               down you lift ask pull       name free know      Don’t        stop all words, including title, from page 112 of Shutter Island by Dennis … Continue reading

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some mind

the world for them believe me as if a mouse scratched a dirty pencil doodle on the back table           please, please           stop all words, including title, from page 111 of Shutter Island by Dennis Lehane. poem #99 of the First … Continue reading

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simple dream

No the honest work No the genuine trying No the smooth voice no.      Instead,      some rich kids make a      Not ever again normal life      for those still here                                   living all words, including title, from page 110 of Shutter Island by … Continue reading

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gears and bolts and hinges

what scares me most      not him it’s all those pieces, the whole system tapped all trapped straining    listless    carved up if it slips, if it cracks, – when it does – all goes haywire all words, including title, from page … Continue reading

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