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Karma
I me mine, I me mine, I me mine No one’s frightened of playing it Everyone’s saying it Flowing more freely than wine ...

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May 42 min read
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Jitter Juice
The coffee maker’s cacophonous, its array of beeps enough to rouse a cadaver. No need for over- kill—though my eyelids have been leaden...

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May 31 min read
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Dog Sitting
The dog won’t let me type this tangled poem. She’s doing what any other dog would be doing at this instance: whining, yelping, walking...

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Apr 161 min read
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On the Fall of William James
I’ve always overblown my heart’s confessions, what I’d do  for you,  screaming from the mountains every minstrel boasts they’d climb,...

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Apr 131 min read
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Käthe, Among the Swallows
You walk in awkward solemnity, your eyes upon the grass as if they’re trees, and you above their crowns—over half a mile  in the air,...

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Apr 41 min read
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Epiphany
All of us are smitten by the cute. And the shine of symmetry. The clear, un- blemished skin of stunning’s layer. I could sing each note ...

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Mar 201 min read
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Clair de Lune
—for Rico  Our moon’s a prime example of less-is- more. Its slivered, crescent shine. Its mountains on the brim of light and dark. Risen...

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Mar 181 min read
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You Think that I’m a Goth
and not because I’m pulled by the colour black. Actually, all the pigments combined will equal black. So it’s really just considering...

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Mar 131 min read
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The Sharpener
In those days, the plot was only as sharp as pointed lead. HB didn’t stand for Harcourt Brace— not yet,  and every yarn dependent on a...

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Mar 111 min read
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Gavrilo Princip and the Gift that Keeps on Giving
You can thank Gavrilo for your existence. And this Serbian’s piercing shot. I should really give credit to his mother. Marija lost six  ...

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Feb 252 min read
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Noah, at St. Francis
With the most recent tabulations from the Department of Global Poetry, there are 685 billion, 278 million, 431 thousand, 294 poems about...

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Feb 231 min read
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Ashkenazi
You noticed I bought a book by Eli Bartmann. His tome of Selected Poems. 88-hundred pages. Now there’s a man who’s humble,  remarking...

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Feb 232 min read
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Clickbait
News sites have become a one-trick pony. My friend in California read The Big One’s Coming Soon— Here’s Why  causing her to toss her...

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Feb 191 min read
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Shells
Can’t you hear the Atlantic? little Shelly asks, handing it to me as if in turn, a pearl that’s found beneath, the odds of one-in-three,...

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Feb 181 min read
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Thirty-three and a third
We’ve been locked in an iterant eddy, a satellite that’s fused into its rhythm, a record that wheels forever, despite the ending of its...

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Feb 51 min read
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Eleanor, Amongst the Clouds
I found myself remembering the day in kindergarten, when the teacher showed us Dumbo, and I realized for the first time that all the kids...

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Feb 31 min read
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Go Fuck Your Self-Help
If life gives you lemons, don’t settle for lemonade. Make a mansion of meringue, wash it down with whisky sour.  I want to plunge a pie...

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Jan 261 min read
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Detroit
Day-twah is how you pronounced it, my ostentatious friend, as though the French were still infesting where the river worms and bends ; Â ...

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Jan 211 min read
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Sturnidae
Come, and trip it as ye go, On the light fantastick toe —John Milton, from L'Allegro Surrounded by their chatter, we note we haven’t ...

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Jan 161 min read
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And then there’s Sylvia Plath…
It makes no sense at all that Keats and Yeats have never rhymed.  I don’t mean that each had never used  the form in poems,  I mean...

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Dec 8, 20241 min read
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