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signs of life
4.1 today a fool’s sky cotton candy clouds green thorns cluster high a branch of hands reach reach reaching 4.2 today bone white springs where a face use to be “remains” they call them dying proof 4.3 today wild carrot seeds scatter & stick their tiny dry pods…
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vulnerability
a collapsable bridge in Baltimore onedrive.live.com (my new Microsoft word processor) the trepidation in my kid’s eyes when they are making sure they haven’t lost me writing a letter of support for someone i love “can i beep your nose?” walking (anywhere) close to dark the call you have to get out of…
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something else entirely
when the moon is dark my imagination is illuminated like light returning like its never left my desk becomes a fortress laid with an escapade of scraped paper, pencils, blue light glasses, and notebooks, sure but also, flat stack rocks piled four high for balance (of all things) too …
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sticks & stones
it wasn’t long after he left my body started making stones(‘uric acid deposits’ they called them)what sticks is he wasn’t there(in my memories of that time)in the emergency room visits(there were three)or the frequent rides over the new london bridge(to dr. gupta’s office)i never saw him reach for the milk beside the shameful brown canisters(over…
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portals ::
he cannot bear itthe thought of himself young & curious, unfinishedrefuses even to look at what he dare create before he understood what he understands so effortlessly now –and so this under ripe version of this beautiful man & his brilliant mind sits buried and stillworth less somehow to him now. our differing opinions surprise…
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sparkle
the picture has been cut down. something or someone cropped out. you can’t help but wonder what or who when you look at it. it’s likely the young child and older man holding her are the second things you’d notice even as whomever cut the picture down may have been trying to zoom in; to…
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january 19th
i’m reading again. books. sixty-four last year. sixty-eight the year before that. i like tracking things. it helps remind me that i’m here. that i do exist in some real & tangible way. or, in case i have to prove my existence to someone else again someday, i can march right down to the local…
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mid-winter daydream
bits of leaves left behind chase pavement and each other like school children playing tag they run circles at my feet while above mottled tawny evergreens hang on to their pine cones like ambered icicles in a cerulean sky- january is running low, coffee sounds like a good idea, the packing dream woke me today,…
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out of touch
never mind a kitchendisturbed or cleandulled abrasions stuck oatmeal scratching steely cut grease spots too the cloudy water is collecting in the dishpan againorder follows chaosfollows orderfollows chaosthe table belongs to the housebelongs to the bank, i payrivers fly like stars that swimrecoursing through oceanic endlessnessthe significance of their insignificancemine too, because wings.a girl without…
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the january wind
blows steady and sharp and truefinding me at dusk, dwindling & staying hidden in the pile of onyx hours thereafterat daybreak it is there again; alive & sure, astute. this manner of wind asks that you pay. attention. to. it.give it your secret rumination, allow it to press you forward, stand taller because of itchange…
santos scribes 