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PoetryOn Getting Old
I’ve long wanted an excuse to shuffle my feet to take small steps to own a few canes My favorite is a walking stick…
PoetryBroke
old pennies gone as smiling like you got a wad styrofoam cup crack in the dirt yellow teeth dirty fingernail scratch a skipping album…
Poetry, PoetryTownies
we are a population of dead kings and drug lords descended from outlaws generations of sunsets and murmurations carvers of gargoyles breeders of pigeons…
Poetry, PoetryNew Dishes
Mom started getting emerald green dishes every time she went to the grocery store. She said Joe’s Food Mart was giving away free dinnerware…
PoetryI Woke Up and Johnny Cash Was Singing Personal Jesus
his voice haunts me tonight grief is the price you pay for loving someone I know that well I’ve paid mine on the installment plan…
PoetryTIMES I FELT LIKE A LOSER
when I was sitting at the gas station picnic table down to my last cigarette and one single drop of rain put it out…
Poetry.neutered.
oil pond mirrors the darkness the november day sun draws white against the grey this leaf lays on earth there is no god not hungry nor otherwise…
PoetryCatching up with the Dead
—for Douglas Baby it's been so long! What do you want to talk about? You struggle to make words, blurt "Spaghetti Sauce" and disappear…
Poetry, PoetryWhat If We Did Everything Right?
Ate well, drank less, exercised, used valerian root and holy basil, filtered rainwater and the northern breeze and the rhetoric coming from outside, paid…
PoetryFirst World Problem
I have the inclination to shut down my tablet just as I realize the tablet must be on to turn off the air conditioner.
PoetryArtemis
The Urquhart & Music street sign is a rebus, Kerry claims: toy firetruck attached at top above a naked plastic Barbie with a lime-green…
PoetryElegy for American Democracy
We think too much of the ends of things, American Democracy now, or my fountain pen giving up the ghost, red-state votes cascading down…