Tag: poetry
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the forsythia
I can remember them well but only just barely how the large bushes kept and clustered themselves into squat hollow half-trees along that chain-linked fence. their breaching buds yellow (of course) felt forgotten or just maybe fabricated drops of divinity sown right there into plain sight. no one stopped to be with them noticed they…
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july 7th
your ex best wife’s friend bare feet finally I like you better now the rain, like that first night of course, you would remember that he missed you like something was left unsaid like someone was trying to say something worth saying my life’s been good, honest and still fitfully, I remember you- miss your…
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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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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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grief (or nine christmases)
a winter ripe orange use to sleep at the forgotten foot of his christmas stocking each year, mine too. my sweet boy doesn’t remember his first orange, his first christmas. not his second or third even too (i do) will he remember this one? his tenth; a bumpy round fidget ball where the firm slick…
santos scribes 