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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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file notes

power makes vulnerable makes scared forehead falling tilted hands smooth      permanently in      denial over his re      sponsibility all words, including title, from page 108 of Shutter Island by Dennis Lehane. poem #96 of the First 100 Days series, and poem … Continue reading

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the ridiculous standard

time    in your head       ticking          scratch-scratch             Squeaky                permanently damp                   a nail-biter            the past is everywhere all words, except the title, from page 107 of Shutter Island by Dennis Lehane. poem #95 of the First 100 Days series, and poem #24 … Continue reading

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another howl

money behind Money from where       this standard becomes       poison in the well            a thing of the past                    the optimists say all words, including title, from page 97 of Shutter Island by Dennis Lehane. poem #86 of the First 100 Days … Continue reading

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bus stop polishing

all words, including title, from page 95 of Shutter Island by Dennis Lehane. poem #84 of the First 100 Days series, and poem #13 for National Poetry Month.

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all it would take

his need became a leak that would not scar over, etched into old trees reminders of what This world can’t stop all words, including title, from page 91 of Shutter Island by Dennis Lehane. poem #83 of the First 100 … Continue reading

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bluffing

the truth got nothing but sleep garble got nothing But a locked room without help We listened to the barefoot slip the fall back and no w, silence, the threat worked all words, including title, from page 85 of Shutter Island … Continue reading

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