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Les Jambes
I wish I could simply eat my memories like strawberries, until you were gone. Or brush my teeth with forgetting powder that could polish away the last year. Or order a double whiskey of not caring on...
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lonelybird
you are flying above me angel, harpie, heron, cloud shadowing my days just a trick of light how another lonelybird blocks the shining sun
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My Anthropocene Era
Does the rain bring sadness or does sadness bring the rain? There is weather, and there is climate. And I am afflicted by both.
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haiku 13.53-54
too many raindrops I have conjured in my way streaking your fair cheek and the tulips, wet with the weight of the season hang head down, weeping
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Ghostwriter
My yesterdays are the barely- audible ghosts that go bump in the night – in-wall scratching and plaintive cries that are not quite canine-feline-human just sadness the way it sometimes roams with no...
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junebugs
last year we walked across the starfields of fireflies flaring like love that burns behind closed eyes after light has faded now it’s the droning roar of cicadas that wait 17 years to make love i’d...
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one summer night
his cheek on her left tit as good as the right, it was all of the comfort he needed his hand in her tangle and hers round his dangle their ardor advanced unimpeded and when they were finished his...
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Mariposa
I feel the stirring of your papery wings thin as first light, how the merest gesture might lift the weight of a heavy heart.
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Radiology in December Moonglow
These long December nights when the world is enigmatized in snow and the eerie moonglow makes me feel as though I am on the moon myself, a strange monochromatic sensation like x-rays of my past and...
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Relatively Speaking
A very good poem about a very bad poem. I’m still not happy but I can’t tell for sure If I’m less unhappy or just getting used to it Like the crosswords that used to take me 20 minutes That I now can...
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Voces tiernas
My mind was a twitching hamstring last night, running through moonlight. My father was alive again and we were remembering When he was a dentist before and after his engineering days, and something...
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Requiem
A plain white cross stands amid dun cattails in wind like a sore throat. Tom and Suzanne were nearly killed one snowy night — a jolt – the winter before they divorced. The maples already are bare and...
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365+ haiku: 1.16.15.b
twigs wove in goat fur –this sadness worn as hair shirt– love’s a hard penance
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Winter Night Sonnet
How many winter nights I had flown with the ravens between snow and starfield to alight on a pine branch and roost with black feathers puffed to the cold and shining But I never dreamt of mice...
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Myth
Monday morning, the sun is shining as my life limps along dragging complications over the slippery surfaces underfoot. This sun is Polyphemus unblinded beyond the reach of the fire-sharpened stake and...
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Love Sonnet
This poem slipped on the muddy bank and plunged into icy water, shock of unimagined depth, involuntary gasp and bob-up and size-up and sweep- down; this is how it feels to be caught in the current,...
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