The bar exudes warmth.
The old bourbon is loquacious;
our talk’s tangental.
(October 13, 2019)
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Garden
by
All day my eyes ache
from reading student essays:
Flowers grow so slow.
(October 11, 2019)
-
a fatigue of consciousness
by
to erase presence,
blend into dust
dancing in sunlight;
or, to be aware,
beware, constantly
of the eternal now
is not a choice
between happiness
and a lived life,
nor, life and death
for that matter,
but compromise:
to watch the sunrise,
to see the sunrise,
despite the sunrise.
(October 10, 2019)
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Awake
by
The rat hid in the space between the wooden beam and the roof tiles,Hiding of the mice The cat stalks the bed;
insomnia’s companion.
A mouse hides nearby
(October 10, 2019)
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Fall
by
Brown tinges on green
grass like light dancing on wind;
I’m no longer young.
(October 9, 2019)
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Up Before Dawn
by
The house’s silence
echoes the darkness outside.
A wind chime rings once.
(October 8, 2019)
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Pentecostal
A dove descended
to peck out my tongue;
I gargled the names of god,
and spit blood flecks,
like splatters of ink,
into my broken hands.
I read without words-
the nuance in gestures,
rippled patterns on a lake.
Oblivious to the obvious
writings on the wall, and
without hope of redemption,
I mouthed my prayers
to any statues I came near.
(October 7, 2019)
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Braille
by
I read without words
the nuance in a gesture;
her fingers touched mine.
(October 7, 2019)
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Oblations
I made her breakfast:
cheese, bread, and a sliced red pear–
what love can offer.
(October 6, 2019)
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Occlude
by
Again the moon hides,
a sliver slips between the clouds–
I have no intent.
(October 5, 2019)
-
Negative Space
I don’t want to be
just another Ramone’s song,
nor what I am not.
(October 4, 2019)
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Again and Again
by
1.
Another day breaks;
happiness is an old myth.
There is no laughter.
2.
I wake to the dark,
drink black coffee in the dark;
today is a day.
(October 2, 2019)
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Prey
Since I am
no snake
sloughing skin,
I hide my scars
in an imagined other.
Not the obvious,
oblivious sheep,
but one more wary,
who waits
along the edge
knowing fear,
knowing
like rabbits:
one step left,
one step right,
without calculation,
equals death;
and any
volition ends
with a quick flutter
of feathers,
and the talon’s
sharp pang
lifting one
toward heaven
like a song.
(October 1, 2019)
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