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Art by Jenn...
I had a big book of haikus
that I lost to homelessness
which is a haiku in itself
but it hurts too much
to write it
I cried when...
saw some alien visitation jizz on unsolved TV
close encounters of the filthy kind
with all-you-can-eat UFO porn
vintage 8mm clips
brazilian style
pretty pink
pulsating orbs
shaky cam zooms
focusing on...
After bathing in heavy cream,
I turn down the covers
of my Procrustean bed,
“itching” (as the song goes)
“like a man on a fuzzy tree”
who’s “gonna need...
something is changing here,
so slight it can hardly be
noticed.
yet it has been. a feeling,
came with the light rain.
the quietness.
all things are changing.
Mobile photography, New York, Fall 2022.
No yellow brick road.
It’s fire brick, used for ovens.
A walkway cul-de-sac
not a scenic drive.
Buttons of every size,
shape, color & un-Aryan creed.
Stored like ashes
in giant...
Stuff tulips in your mouth
Don't deny your heritage
Dutch girl.
If you have intelligence, sadness and an innocent face I stick to you.
What I see:
The emperor's...
Oil paint on Ampersand Gessobord panel, 3mm uncradled - 54cm x 30cm
find the chosen pathways
watch the birds and wild
flowers grow
below the scene plays out
with wildlife as punctuation
There were a thousand stars
reflected in a schist rock bowl
of rain. One of them was mercy
though you claimed you didn't
know which. You stirred them...
fear
of this and that
of nothing in particular
that no one else will
understand
While asleep on my back,
fingers jitter, type a worrisome
montage of scenes, beginning
with a fall from a harp player’s sky
to an ocean of sharks,
a parachute,...
Spotlight effect
things i haven’t done since primary school
eaten tapioca pudding with rose hip syrup
asked a girl the color of her knickers
won a competition for who...
The Book of Unknowing
1
What is this scrim between
Music and the self?
Who is incarcerated for
The crime of lucidity?
2
How does one expunge
The soul’s bile?
What is this...
It takes a lifetime
to press.
And there's no atonement
but for the very rebellion of being
in the flesh, I've seen birds
hang so heavy.
You were here,
it happened.
Your...
this silence is better
soft sounds of the keyboard
the gale winds and rain stop
subtle whispering of the ceiling fan
birds gone to roost
and no trucks on...
the fifer piping long around the main street and also the kathunk of a truck crossing the coleman, today is the reckoning of sadness,...
I didn’t replace you, girl.
I did clean the blood your body left
after the cancer came on, a slow crawl.
Then quick. Like you were bit
by...
dinner boys are unnecessary
to window a past of shed snakeskins
hushed of meat
everyone leaves on last-laugh ships
tricky grandfathers too
when the wilderness returns
& the time of...
“The only difference between a flower and a weed is judgement.” Wayne Dyer
I have put pen to much that I ought not have
written, including,...
is your head clear today, loose limbs, while
mild air floats above.
will you go the other way, as you did
yesterday?
One. The burden to carry
other, to make it all right.
I take my prejudice hard
rather have it punched
down the drain, things and events
cream and licorice,...
the black rose of poverty smells
like the money you wanna ask your parents for
old leftover refrigerated pizza
the leather of a wallet there's no point...
Once in a while
on a weeknight
I’d scrape up a few bucks
to get a couple beers
at the corner bar.
I’d never talk to anyone,
just sit and...
Moon, I've lost my shadow.
Three friends are here, ready to drink
and dance, as Zhongba temple bells toll.
My pilgrimage took me past a village
whose only...
Days before the flames, I flailed and freaked
in your arms at the front door
of our friends’ home.
I was one, my sister, seven.
No one knew...
https://youtu.be/HyZIvnkkaxc?feature=share
doesn’t matter
darks
whites
or colors
the lint screen
is always gray
You, at home where sea and sand negotiate,
where troposphere and tower fit like puzzle pieces;
I, a rougher sketch of you, a stranger in the...
a dear friend
recently died
unexpectedly
voluntarily
taking with him
some of our pain
and most of
the answers
leaving us with
all the grief
Midwife to spirits, you call for water,
circle the chairs, position the planchette,
your fingers soft on old mahogany.
The grace of touch - oh, how we dead mourn...
but don’t tell me I must leave,
I must let go. You frighten me,
the one I treasure, the one
who holds my hand.
Why are you so...
there have been a couple
of incidents but now she
is in disguise
with different
hair
Abstract | 16 x 12 Cm | On Paper | 2022
as she got old
everything
turned into
something
to fuss about
upset till the end
died
trying to decide
coffin or cremation
my brain matter is worth 7 bucks
read me on kindle and I’m worth even less
my frustration is fourteen cents prolly
my longing is a bright...
There was a fork in the road, and I chose properly. The path ahead was beautiful, full of love, but the love was elusive.
Blablabla...
There are mornings when
"Good Morning America"
wakes me up
and I don't need to
open my eyes
to know you're still
not home
*
There are mornings when
we stand in the...
Bone yellow light
from a forty watt bulb
warms stale air
and clings to the skin
of my funeral coat.
My starched cotton shirts
carry dust on their shoulders.
Hung on...
Digital Art
Across from the fried-egg
fug and clatter of the café
a woman stands ironing
in the big bay window
of a first floor flat.
It's a wet November day
and...
why do you come to me in this satanic moonlight?
you who were the red balloons of summer.
you who were every love song I sang...
The neighborhood will be an old body
whose cells have turned over.
Long dormant ghosts will animate
like leaves beneath a passing car.
No one will collect fiberglass...
A homeless man begs.
His cardboard sign,
written in crimson—
the world’s out of balance,
Armageddon is nigh.
Without being seen
huge mountains of ice
roll in the ocean
and then disappear.
An...
Abstract | 16 x 12 Cm | On Paper | 2022
she was drawn again yesterday with her sibling
though it did not look quite right so
shall i tear the sister off?
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
rolled by a beetle over your sky,
everyday.
Cover your eyes in kohl
against this young gods glare.
Inhale cinnamon oil smoothed
into warm skin. He tells you
there is...
Hey,
Because I dropped my phone in the water and learned that sleeping masks are not tripods, I'm writing this in my notebook, sitting at...
Never mind "unnatural"!
Natural is sold at supermarkets
wrapped in non-recyclable plastic.
Wrapping. Don’t get me started.
My rooster can stand on one leg
or spondaic goosestep to a...
my hands
through your
red hair
give me
3rd degree burns
I have...
because my dog is odd.
At first, I thought
he was probably autistic
or maybe broken by abuse
from a previous owner
& then I read
that his breed is...
was a
ruined white flower.
she
had to
be 80 or more,
but
she stood there,
in the back of the room,
while i
read my poems
to a couple of dozen students
who only
looked...
Each day I grow colder.
The sun calls my name
but I have no will to answer.
The people on my street
crane their necks
and point upward.
Diabetes has...
I’d rather be a large cat—
leopard or jaguar.
No arguments with a spouse.
Marriage isn’t a thing.
Kill when pissed-off.
Eat the offender.
Lick myself handsome,
before the prowl.
Squat, claim...
I wear my mother’s pendant some days
Not my style, really, gemstones bunched into a bouquet
dainty
I prefer
heavy
or nothing at all
I feel silly, wary
femininity does not...
The hammock is hung
between aspen and oak
which means one day logic
will flutter its pretty fingers
and fall on its head. Our rescue
dog sleeps nose to...
man is a quick machine
a dangerous machine
a tricky-powerful
slick machine
but not always,”
said the lion
between
bites.
January 1, 2022: fly like a buffly,
sting like a bee!
December 31: dropped on the bed
like a wacked fly,
stung by reality
of the wind blows
that yell, Get...
for this world.
I say, “I’m not,
but I try to be.”
I sat in our small kitchen, one warm summer morning
waiting for the call
the rest of the family went out of town for a couple...
I have nothing
to complain about
but I still do.
I’m working on
getting better
about that
but it ain’t easy
when raised
living is grumbling
about how life
is always out
to getcha
Go back to that place
where just below the view
of Holmes Bay, with its seal's back
island, its lobster pots and birds,
there is a windowsill
with aquamarine...
I
am
the one
who has been
abandoned by God
in this bedroom, the window shut.
adds an extra jumper,
adds early to bed,
early to rise so no light lost.
Candlemaker winter
small heat on raw palms.
Careful flame does not wander
burn this shelter...
Ogling
at an image
of a
four foot wide
‘All natural’
megabum
while queuing
in the supermarket
sensational real life
can only be
featured on
the front page
of a magazine
where an
83-year-old woman
can have
incredible sex
with a...
“Excuse me,” he said,
interrupting his guest
to reach into the sky
and tap, gently, twice.
“That star has been
bothering me all night.
Now, you were saying?”
Dear Dan,
I miss you. I see you puffing so much at cigarettes you could push a sailboat with your breath. You'll die of cancer...
currently I am unavailable
to press through the current events
of the day
the wife of Britain’s ex-prime minister
was caught in a dress someone claimed
unbecoming of funeral...
the neighbor
next door
is crying
wailing really
I can’t do anything about it
but say it’s ok
even though she can’t hear me
and it’s not
everything — even love —
seems to have an edge
to which all
gravitate
till it's reached — only to curve
below, under — to wither
never quite alive —...
some pains of the heart
never dissipate
but rather sow themselves
within the landscape of the mind
as perennials
of regret and remorse
There are things
that exist between places
but never in places.
Where you start
and where you arrive
will contain none of these.
She screams at me
over the telephone
telling me
I’ll be responsible
for her death
somehow it’s
become my fault
that she keeps
her crack
in a suitcase
under the stairs
he screams at me
because...
my Papap is sick
and in the hospital
he’s 95
I can call to talk to him
we’ve never known what to say to
each other
it might be time...
writing a
good poem
about sex
is like
cheating on
my wife
without having
an affair
autumn rain...
I try not to be afraid
of eternity
Distant boys
sing from distant hills.
Not rice but raisins are thrown
and the stones that lead
are paved with lemon.
I'm not sauer.
Daffodils are on my head
you carry...
there’s
a pain
in my gut
just below
my chest
where
the whole
world
has blown up
I am all
that’s left
which is
only rubble
even the fridge
is struggling
pumping & gurgling
frantically
Soon I will be going to
a family reunion
without part of my family,
which makes “reunion” more like
Lewis Carroll’s unbirthday party.
A man who looks like my...
in your dusty
faded
photograph
you finally
look like a man
who killed himself
you have now left us
with that
you murdered yourself
and in your own way
us too
I pretend for a moment
that I understand something
anything at all
Then try to explain it to myself
following the infinite thoughts that led me
to this imagined...
i dreamt people thought i was dead
and naked waitresses served them at my wake
when i woke and listened to the news
i believed them
war
famine
pestilence
the fourth...
well penned words
on a page
not unlike
well trained actors
on a stage
one day this poem
woke up homeless
it moved its shadow across the street
but nothing else changed
birds flew overhead
traffic moved along
the past on its way
to the...
I wish
I could write
happy things,
stuff about
daisies,
moonlight,
a first kiss,
or a mid-life lover,
the greeting card stanzas
that warm us
like a puppy
or a big furry cat
laying in our...
according to webMD
for three weeks every month women prefer men
with feminine features as they are more likely to be committed and nurturing
for one week...
He needed nothing for Christmas
but fishing was in his blood
Just to feel the sea breeze
the smell of the water
the pull on the line
The last...
condemned to die
but in the meantime
we can watch free movies
looking
at the mountain
with its
stationary stare
and seemingly
vacant thought
it is
tempting
to assume
absolute ignorance
a mere
feature
within a mute
landscape
but this
could be wisdom
at its purest
this lack
of a need
to
express
what is
There is a shark in the bath water, a frightening
fin making late night calls titled, “Bye-Bye America.”
We listen, but the dialogue is scripted in...
One day when I was fourteen
watching TV in our basement alone
my father
who could do everything it seemed
design buildings
rebuild car engines
make his own bow arrowheads...
Dean wrote
his heart out
often out
of his mind
hitchhiking
the back roads
riding along
with any muse
who stopped
to pick him up
safety
be damned
he was
not afraid
to bail on
an indulgent
poem
careening
across the page
or...
mounds of paper, pens
that never run out of ink
to write, write
watch squirrels bend
low branches, bend
not break, my back bends
over the desk
kink in my shoulder
the...
Dear Jame,
you're right in the other room but in this sickness you are very far. the angels are tickling me. i have the Phillies...
all I can do
is go outside
with a cigarette
when my wife
is on the phone
talking about hurricanes
and how much
we’re in debt
I sit there nervously
puffing away
I keep...
day of small things,
slowly steadily worked
as we rest the dust motes,
shine as gold.
I look at my watch,
its round deadpan face.
The second hand
helps move the first.
Without it
it’s harder
to tell time
is passing.
fallen leaves cover the ground
bird on a branch looking everywhere
two birds on the beach searching the sands
for something to eat
a woman comes to the...
The last breath
are words that share
a heavy weight
with those few words
that are impossible to comprehend
meaning both everything and nothing
a finality beyond final
It seems there...
I think
I’m going
to want
to kill myself
so I can
call
the suicide hotline
and
have
someone
to talk to
The heart has a stone—
the weight of its master tied to it
going down to the sea depth.
We are given a double dare—
a dagger, daring...
America’s fucked
I want to go to America
I can’t get to America
If I get to America they won’t let me back
I can’t stay here
I’m fucked
At...
ascend
the mountain
gathering
descend
the mountain
scattering
I had to light
a second cigarette
I was too anxious
science says
smoking makes you
more anxious
screw science
I know what
calms me down
I pictured our
rickety old waitress
coming out
saying you...
Words circle an elusive center of meaning
as wolves searching for warmth stalk fires
on the coldest night of the year
and aurora borealis
dances in awe of...
mycribso
closetoyo
urcoffinIb
arelyhadro
omtobreathe
post-menopausal
my feet get cold
really, very cold
so i bought a pair
of fleece woven
house boots
soft rubber memory soles
made in Iceland
my hair doesn't get
greasy anymore
my skin is...
There must be some mistake
I can’t be that old
Check the ledger again
The ledger is correct, sir
It is never wrong
And while you’re here
Here is your...
light came, we saw the green ness of it all. we live in the country.
I asked Dad
what he’d been doing lately.
He said he’d been having
nice phone conversations.
I asked who he’d been talking to.
He said Jason.
“Who’s Jason?” I said.
Dad’s...
I may have been a child once
I cannot recall young legs,
bright cheeks, smooth skin -
mirror reflects truth, aged
tired eyes, silver strands
of hair no longer...
Do you remember when we planted the garden
I tilled the soil and you followed behind
carefully making lines for rows
then lovingly placing each seed
about a...
the river flows and flows
the castle walls have been breached
a dinner table heaves
on the ramparts of our friendships
crows, bearing news
Luck is that way
rain falls over picnic
dropped vase, water
dribbles ankles, floor
slippery, rivulets
run driveway cracks,
car has a new dent
flaked with red paint
crimson tears on gray
I...
Someday someone I love
will find everything I have left
hidden in boxes
filed in cabinets
hung on walls
or even buried in rubble.
It may simply be thrown away
and...
There was a bus driver who had driven
the very same route for fourteen years
and never been able to get through
the last five lights on...
I found a room
through the classifieds,
down the street
in a clapboard house
not far from my job.
I met Dale the landlord
on my lunch hour.
He led me...
I wonder
what the opposite & equal reaction was
to my loving you
I know
it doesn’t mean that you loved me
as much in return
the heavenly motion
of our...
He wasn’t a poet who woke early
and wrote of distant trains drumming
under a late blooming moon.
He was much fresher than that.
But reading his new...
Doctor told me today
that I am cancer free.
Then Albert Pujols hit
home runs 699 & 700
in my honor. My very
special, good news day!
didn’t
see poetry
as anything special.
it was
just a part of him.
a
part of
what he did...
every day.
he’d get up in the morning,
have his coffee...
walk out
with the dog
and
write a...
I wandered around
after Tim shot himself
in the basement,
the place where
we made out and
watched monster movies
after high school dances.
“I like you,” he had said.
“But I...
f I could only fly
he sings,
serving up his marrow
like the hors d'oeuvres no one takes,
graciously enough
to ache in front of strangers,
to miss somebody openly
while...
you are taking
everything from me
overcoming me
with you
I’m like stars
running out of light
succumbing
to the sunrise
I’m on the street
shielding my eyes from you
till there’s nothing left...
Lean out of this convention
of age with your coffee, your
blue humor and your explanation.
I might even back up and laugh.
I got here, too, you...
now we are just passengers
at best something, a shadow, comes within grasp
the music continues to play
on the rails the wagon proceeds
meditation had been such...
flyaway umbrella
upside down
fills
with rainwater
frogs
move in
mosquitos
for dinner
tadpoles ensue
hop away
pool dries up
umbrella skeleton
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PUN-pcmhd8w
I can't call you Paul. I'm on my sickbed. and when I'm not there I get up and wander the night with my phone...
thankyou and say it is only temporary
balanced or tied with string
though overnight decided to use the glue gun
I listen for context,
willing myself to make out
the space between
that one phrase I caught
and the air
trapped behind it.
I know the words
are all there as...
Daniel J. Flore III
marked himself safe
from himself
was it during an evening walk
in contemplation of the sinking sun
that its illusion whispered sex burn destroy
or during all of winter and spring
did you...
On the day
my father
was buried
it didn’t rain
and
a friend
of my brother’s
used up
all the tears
I couldn’t shed
so I became
an umbrella
for the
downpour
flowing
down his
chubby face
I noticed
how crooked
his teeth
had...
I have a hunch
about this course of angsty little scenarios
some over which I have no control
but could better handle tra-la
Others I relinquished
to my idiot...
I
was
sensitive
but
they
pulled
the
petals
off
one
at
a
time
now
I
am
a
naked
madman
just
standing
there
whether we write a poem
or pull a trigger
we all go on daily
flushing our piss into the earth
like to be quiet, speaking
only
when you asked the question.
not sure why i came.
i think you invited me?
My neighbor Bill wanted me to meet some of his friends.
I was a little apprehensive because I thought they might
be part of a religious...
recycled on a garage floor,
the six months before you almost
had a handle on.
It’s not telling anyone.
Rewashing everything
on the bottom layer
when twice a year without...
how many
times must
the seasons
change before
they get it right?
life in suburbia,
where the dogs sniff the grass
and sniff again
and the men of the households on their riding mowers
shave perfectly straight lines
in the perfectly...
there is a dusty old box
in the back of my mind crumpled and damaged
from all the things piled on top of it
sitting alone in...
Stop the push.
Go and look.
Outside
flapper girls flaunt their street gold.
They know nothing of decay
of hanging on, see J. this tree
it's a jazz festival.
And once...
yet when
she said my friend looked pretty
&
that I smelled nice
I sagged a little.
later that day
i found a message
request
from a soldier in the usa
holding a...
There is no proof that William Carlos Williams time traveled
back to 399 BC to ease Socrates’ painful death from hemlock
but when amateur archaeologists found...
Her 1st thought on arrival was she wouldn’t be staying.
Now on the 4th day of her 3rd month she is comfortable
putting her tongue on...
while out on a longer walk,
met him and he explained to me,
about walking there and back again
I removed my towel
and wiped away the fog
to check the progress of lines
on my newly shaven face,
but things turned metaphysical
and I asked why I...
She is thick-bodied and heavy-boned
a fleshy peach-of-a-gal
whose tugboat frame nudges
and pushes until things move
in a positive direction.
So no big surprise she is tied
to a...
Halloween was a non-event
maybe it was because I closed the blinds
and turned off the porch light
I didn’t have any candy
being afraid of the demon...
duck egg blue
the ironmongers in town
at three seventy-nine
we can walk there and back or there
and bus back you see
Sometimes the cat
is just an avocado branch
scratching against the side wall
in an early evening breeze.
we camped out in a friend’s backyard
surrounded by nothing but cornfields
and neighboring yards that stretched for miles
a bonfire lit the pitch-black sky the night...
Escaping their dictionary prison
the words fall
scattered on the floor
Finding old friends
in the lines of a poem
their new prism
They are cats lying in the sun
Waiting...
You're the poison
I'd rather not
Seek an antidote for
Every pill
That kills the cells
In my veins pains
But I'd rather risk myself
And have you
Than be sick and...
small village, mayhap a hamlet, named,
one forgets the rules with all that has happened.
nice to be out, to see the neighbors’ houses,
to see what...
The hammock is hung
between aspen and oak
which means one day logic
will flutter its pretty fingers
and fall on its head. Our rescue
dog sleeps nose to...
I’m floating on an inner tube
in the middle of Lake Erie
miles away from the shore
where no man should be floating on an inner tube
but...
Ancient Rome became like that alligator
with its mouth open wide, swinging
east and west at a pack of lions
surrounding it near waters.
How long can you...
deciding to get started
I left the destination
arriving
when it all looked familiar
but, this time, recognizing
everything I missed
a dear friend
recently died
unexpectedly
voluntarily
taking with him
some of our pain
and most of
the answers
leaving us with
all the grief
the
night
is
wide
open
legs
a
woman
on
the
bed
with
tarantula
calves
a
wine
bottle
on
the
dresser
with
your
conscience
Oh, the silliness continues, the messages keep coming, and the receiver keeps reading them, and reading stories written long ago
A shop in a neighborhood,...
I wrote and wrote prolifically —
But what’s a girl to do
While sitting in her room all day
When visitors are few.
Because I felt compelled to...
my mom looks at me
like "what do I do?'
I am only 11 years old
my mom-
fun as a bag of Doritos
I give her advice
it exhausts...
"Today 1% of the world is a barely livable hot zone.
By 2070 that portion could go up to 19%.
Billions of people call these lands home....
Old tree is barking at the moon
Squirrel is telling a tail of balance
Fence is fighting off the neighbors
Streetlights are glowering at the dark
Fire is...
I loved you, you know.
Never mind that I was nine
years old and couldn't get
on by myself. Never mind
the velvet hat that flew
off, the long...
At the funeral I do not want to be the one in the coffin.
I will surround myself with flowers,
go to a meadow
& lie down...
if you take the 101 west,
out past canoga park
round the bend
past the sign
Pepperdine
you can literally smell
the $$$
the desperation
of sick people
not the people who are...
Mom asked
if I could bring her
a few things.
I said maybe.
“I just want
some Hostess fruit pies,” she said.
“Apple.
And berry.”
I heard the crackle
of her cigarette
in the...
It’s quite comforting to know that I wake up on 100% of the days that I’m alive
and odds of fighting for yet another day
are...
Monochrome greens recede
like the shorter day
into a longer night
for a pageant of pigments
on a runway sashay
down a fall fashion stage.
The finale
a strip tease cabaret
dropping...
slide down rosewood
creaks behind the song
solo mandolin
the slot allows you to see the next roll for free
sometimes that next roll is a winner
but you gotta sit there like a crackhead
so...
sorting over the bones
that had meaning when
flesh was on them
flesh is long gone now
meaning remains
the back road was
littered, rather blustery.
today
clouds blow in, leaves
crake and groan.
i say again, a darker hue
she is sitting 5 feet away in her wheelchair,
back to me as always
she says often,
“Oh well, it’s not like I’m going anywhere.”
she tells someone,...
rice falls
like confetti
from my fork
lands
on the table
the plate
the floor.
I wander
through rooms
going nowhere
wait for the meds
to kick in.
I’m shaking
confused
repeat the same words
as a prayer
this is...
Praise Sammy Tepper with the fiery red hair—scapegoat for bullies who taunt and tease to hear him squeal. Praise Etsio Goloni, Gas-station Joe, for...
You think you are in control of your reality
But whatever you have done
Is remembered differently
By those who saw it
It’s not what you did
It’s what...
Open Arts Press, LLC is pleased to announce the publication of Daniel F. Flore’s “Homeless Poems,” a self-printable trifold broadside containing a collection of...
damn not again
this improved wax
from killer bees
was not supposed
to liquify as easily
but i can see now
i’d flown
closer to the sun
once again
happy-go-luckiless
my feathery fall
more dramatic
gone...
Human me-ing
lets ego drive.
Human be-ing
lets what-happens drive
with ego
in the passenger seat
gaping out the window.
What’s happening to you, my dearest? Tell me
why your streets are lately full of blood. Yesterday afternoon
rain washed it away from a sidewalk and...
we did not grow up with buttercups and daisies,
delphinium cascading the landscape
of some palatial estate
we had pachysandra
and a burned out tree on the side of...
It’s not so much
that I have changed
as how much I
am rearranged.
I would not have chosen
to fall in love.
She told me her heart
was mine whether...
letters of words
expressed—
pixels of a thought's
photograph
Summer slowly succumbs
to its fate of allotted days;
its strong bond with the sun
waning ever so politely
with some days of warmth
still gifted, as though
they were...
Our little brown dog,
in his final years,
whimpers for help
to get onto the couch.
My wife picks him up
with a mother’s compassion,
rubs his tired bones
and flea...
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More
knick knack
I have
molded
this Maine
morning
into a smooth
glass swallow
for your sill,
to shore up
the sharp
clean cerulean
& remind you
of the real sky
& me.
