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the somber song

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we’d need a thing taller than love– to heal us, of our broken faith, lovers a thing– taller than the stoic mountain it’d wish be regarded capped in sun-brushed, purple-heather sway tho at its peaks, a petulant child, it’d be bellowing its stone-tablet demands aye, its red-faced, screaming needs tho... Read more →

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the promise

promise me, son that you’ll feel-- the hawks’ umber-wing September-shrill that you’ll learn the voices the deathless legions borne upon her solitary cry as it slices open a reticent sky top, split from bottom east, from west north, from south each, again halved-- and within each space another world, gifted ...
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October 17, 2016 / Poetry / 4 Comments on the promise
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tho our sparrows may whisper

where once we’d walked together climbing over our wooded-path stones now, love, we live walking these paths, alone distant, our villages finding ourselves sheltered in different planes of existence tho neither of us higher nor lower than the other aye, nor be we beside despite our differing history quite nearly ...
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August 27, 2016 / Poetry / No Comments on tho our sparrows may whisper
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muttering shadows

a few key-turns and a mash of the rubber pedal she started right up, eager-- front wheels spinning with zealous fervor spinning freely, in the black-morning air going nowhere after a while, I realized the car was perched up on a bent lamppost the windshield, smashed on the driver’s side ...
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August 27, 2016 / Poetry / 2 Comments on muttering shadows
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red swelter

in the drip-paint barn to the south, and slightly west of the mountain-house he’d built there were hundreds of glass trinkets small, abstract sculptures and such-- glittering baubles that he’d blown of molten shimmer aye, the small ways we fill-- the red swelter of our days still, I had to ...
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August 15, 2016 / Poetry / 4 Comments on red swelter
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suburban gardens

crawling in the garden its stinging tail, twitching long, and pointed such anger such compulsion to injure a murderer’s quiet rage jailed behind tiger-hide stripes black bands painted upon saffron leaving me curious, and fearful I watched as it twitched my skin chilled under summer’s red zeal knowing-- if it ...
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July 24, 2016 / Poetry / No Comments on suburban gardens
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Tall Glass Windows

Tyson might have been the last of them, an Eighties killer who captured our hearts for a time, but it ended ugly, and it was the darker parts of our hearts which were touched, awe mixed with fear, sprinkled with hate– something primal, a shining-sweat mingling of pride and shame ...
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June 5, 2016 / Blog / 5 Comments on Tall Glass Windows
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thus, without measure

the age of a soul never known by time's ticking animus thus, without measure only this flesh-- burns to ash under the pyre's spiraling swelter and an expiry thus, just more dust, scattered but shall we ever return? the way Benny was screaming his hoary desperation into the tall night ...
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June 4, 2016 / Poetry / No Comments on thus, without measure
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immortal teacher

sunshine-summer love we’d deserved more than what we’d taken of this dusty place that poverty which we’d accepted our souls, displaced we’d given enough-- we haven’t much time here these amber days fall over swiftly still and when the moon is full laced, and sheer in its mist of tears ...
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June 3, 2016 / Poetry / 18 Comments on immortal teacher
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Questionable Behavior

"To be, or not to be-- That is the question." As this famous phrase spoken by Prince Hamlet was, in fact, spoken by Hamlet, a man, and not by Ophelia, a woman, there was only one (solitary) question. Were Ophelia to have asked the question, it would have been followed ...
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May 10, 2016 / Humor / 10 Comments on Questionable Behavior
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Midnight’s secluded palace

Gray-haired wizards gave electric music to despair's lonesome tone; we drank our ale from tall tin, and we listened-- as the band played, and we later kissed, tresses pulled, then let slip 'tween curled fingers' grasp, white teeth nibbling-- in a hunger, at last remembered, and within Midnight's secluded palace, ...
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May 1, 2016 / Poetry / 1 Comment on Midnight’s secluded palace
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