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people have lost
summer drips off walls and coats black roads we are melting into tomorrow today was nailed and hammered by a carpenter with a golden voice It’s blurry, but I see it people have lost livers and kidneys...
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Shipwrecked
When it is day, I do not recognize this land. We live on moonlit love and hard water soaked in oak barrels. When sunlight takes over this land, I do not recognize his hands that lay me to rest with...
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The Bone Yard
I fold my dirty body next to the sun as it falls to sleep across a boneyard. Our Daughters sleep in there, clinging on to life and on to death. They strip down to breast and bone for swine, gnawing on...
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Whiskey Breath
First greet is at seams that thread life to life. She blossoms fresh blue, nervous laughter sifts through her eyes. Not me. I am fog thick of red rage, a fire smoldered by hard smoke hiatus, stoned...
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Eden Aquatic
She wears a wet blue dress and if you undress her she is not vulnerable or violated. She is a curved and proud body; fertile. He is molded. He is ceramic mannequins turning sick against the sea. Noon...
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Time Travel
Boiling over, I am scraped off the bottom, the block I belong on, 57th street where the crows sing. Time travels around the city -back and forth- like it doesn’t matter swooping through me each time. I...
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In A Dream
Pig snouted soldiers strut like heavy cannons, over dry wild desert weeds I tumble behind a boulder maybe twelve or thirteen I had not met the cycle yet of Mother Earth and her Moon The others slept in...
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His Name
just the beginning, slithers off wet lips with charm. Mockingbirds use many tongues to sing of slick footprints stepping in, stepping out. At first blush they call, crested blue, aggressive; wild for...
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Come With Me
If you have ever bit the skin of an orange, lifting flesh from flesh, life from life, you can come with me. If you have ever sat at the wake of death, eye-to-eye with the giver and, or, the taker, you...
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Fountain Of Confessions
Hi Everyone!! My 2nd book, Fountain Of Confessions, is going to be available through Amazon this week. I am so excited to share it with you. I am going through my emails for reviewers and getting in...
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The Passage
The dragon doesn’t wake with the sun. It is warmed through mock light, on an affected cove. It looks like it could be made of mopani, but he cannot tell colors what they should be and what they are...
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I Met You Today
No pillow comes without residue. At our age, blessings come in small forms… hands cradled together, words buried in sweet breath, unconditional nights, uncontrolled….. Tell me about your exploration,...
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