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A Song Played ‘Til the End

I am not a pop-up poet or a vintage typewriter guy, but I respect the skill of those who are. Last night I won a flash typewriter poetry competition on an old Royal typewriter from the 1920’s. The F stuck and the hard return hated me, but I managed alright enough. Here is the poem, […]

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You Say You(th) Want a Revolution

At play in the fields Of the lord and the ladies Drinking life from roads Like wheels of a Mercedes Picking pebbles from teeth Like pirates pick their maties Dining on booty Like histories on the Euphrates Say these Words, in operable cadence One man’s tantrum Is another one’s patience Endless Like a terminal patient’s […]

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Make Them Cry Holy Tears

Heavens pale As light-leaked frailties, Coarse afterthoughts after sullen failures, Sunsets lost behind cloudcover. Let them. Those dieties can fade Into antiquity With the hushed sweep Of hot breath Dancing on flushed skin. This lust breeds wildfire synergy An all-consuming swallow Of flame over each alleged sin, Betraying wholeness with need, A craving that burns […]

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Willing

Smooth and rounded, as if gel molded into kind forms hugging small heat and light, they rest among motes of dust as confused days spin around them. Slid into line, they await invitation to welcome with glimmering dim, warmth spreading in a flicker of slipping air swirled about hurried business. Daylight’s kiss flirts for attention, […]

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A Muse’s Child

She asks me to undo this breath of life,the push from a muse’s whispersthat each stroke of the pen bleeds. She doesn’t want to be a sketch,a forgotten doodleon a tossed away slip of notepaper. She has a story,a longing heart searchingfor the synchronous beat of another’s. She fears she’ll manifestas something without value,and so […]

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Hidden Ecstasies

Hands balled into fists, skin stretched white over bone, nails digging into palms as reminders the moment is real, the pain of flesh diminished in the face of the shocking black boiling inside. Undone memories, borrowed from the lives and whimsy of others, described and downplayed with indifference, yet indelible and stalking within dark stretches […]

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Caught

Diving from the sun. Piercing eyes, a flare, the shine of a stare too long at hope and warm acceptance. Dance with the periphery, live at the corners with affordable prisms that skitter as insects under scrutiny, fearful of capture. Hold out hands, flex fingers and find gold play and coal shade drift with each […]

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Ready for the Flood

Shot with a Canon t2i using a 50mm, f1.4 lensTranquil horizons melt under gray turmoil, and verdant lands stretch, yawning, to recharge under inclement rolls of curdled breath. Dusk silenced by the kettledrum calls of approaching fervor, the gasp of saffron light conducts leaves to open, legs to spread for the welcoming flood. Storms exact […]

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In the Gray

iPhone 5 shotSmall things, lost in the deep blur of land and sea’s mourning. The haze of undying, burning off the gray of uncertain paths, revealing color and contrast where before there was only wandering without a hand to hold. Cold tears and solemn reflection clinging to icy shores as small hopes soar almost unseen […]

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Tips

Dropped coins. Change. Cannot heal anythingwith their clinking,rustlingin the bottom of pockets,forgotten dropsfrom larger bills. Cast aside fractions,some pretend at value,but with copper souls easily bent. Spinning,dropped wild onto surfacesand making exact, noisy points. They’ll win no wars,profit only the lowand count only when myriad. Ignored,deigned to be hoarded,it’s the wisest that collect,save,perceive truth worth.

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