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Nov 211 min read
Rabies, or Tissues are a boy's best friend
I was hoping to make you cry with all the images that follow. Not because I’m mean, heartless, one who seems to revel in the sadness of...
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Nov 201 min read
A Little Young
When I noted Elizabeth Taylor was rather pretty, in 44’s National Velvet, you said she’s a little young. Yet she wasn’t a little...
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Nov 202 min read
Skeletons
If trees are lungs in the summer, they are nothing but bones in the winter. Skeletons lack the credit they deserve. A skull just the...
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Nov 191 min read
Why I Will Never Win a Poetry Contest
I have to say I love you in 40 lines or less. Space between the stanzas count as a line. This is now my 10th—11th— fuck I am in...
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Nov 181 min read
Bliss
My window is an extra eye, one that tells my brain it isn’t raining , how gusty the gales might be, that the city has sent its crew to...
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Nov 111 min read
Love Poem for a Woman
If it's blasphemy to say this then so be it. You are the one whom God should have made in the beginning. A more beautiful name for each...
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Nov 101 min read
The Colour of Jazz
The Trane provides me a view above the asphalt, and the fault that splits both bleached and yellow lines. One-way signs of...
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Nov 51 min read
Juxtapositions
I pluck the olives from the salad and that makes it less than Greek. You ask me if they’re green or black and I state it makes no...
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Nov 41 min read
The Automaton
I’m asked at once to confirm the fact that I am not a robot but I am. I don’t need to wrestle with a CAPTCHA, say how many fucking...
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Oct 261 min read
The Tightwad
Dollar King is probably not the most idyllic place to pick up flowers, especially when they're fake. She’ll call you cheap, deride...
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Oct 242 min read
The Man in the Purple Boat
The man in the purple boat has yet to unfurl his sails. We see him every morning , dock- side on a chair, at the marina across the...
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Oct 201 min read
At First Sight
It’s just infatuation, the stirring of pheromones, like a potion of witch’s brew on Hallows' Eve, a frog’s eye here, a snake’s tongue...
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Oct 151 min read
Two for the Price of One
ONE This isn’t yet another suicide, refrains of self- demise, but rather the ecstasy of knowing that it ends, the instant life tastes...
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Sep 221 min read
APE
I always pull my punches playing Scrabble— just this after- noon, for instance, with a potential triple-word, my holding back an R that...
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Sep 221 min read
Monday, 7am
You greet me with Morning , never Good Morning— like you did when hearts were younger. Morning rises from a horizon, like an...
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Sep 191 min read
Umbra Penumbra
I’ve known you for 60 years and yet I don’t, pulling you by the leash as though a mongrel, shrieking , kicking up a storm, and not...
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Sep 171 min read
Magic
The final line of this poem no longer exists. It was surely there for the taking , its fingernails clutching rock, at the top of a...
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Sep 91 min read
Tempo
The website says this poem takes a minute to read—well, if you’re an auctioneer, perhaps. A poem is not the climax of a thriller, where...
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Sep 31 min read
So long, and thanks for leaving your backyard gate ajar
This Rottie’s tongue is jutting between its fangs, like a cold cut soaked in slobber, in a chilling maw of stalactites— its pointy...
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Aug 251 min read
“google it”
When you asked me for the best Italian bistro in this city, I answered google it. That day on the beach, as you peered into the ...
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