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pocket poems

… go ahead, be a pest. crack open your pocket, your heart, your chest. ramble on in perfect rhyme, or hiccup in perfect iambic time. they might wince or squint as you show ’em, but let’s festoon the world with … Continue reading

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Bury the World (Most Mad and Moonly)

.. Bury the red wheel barrow and the sweet cold plums and the first fig and the body electric and the road not taken and the sidewalk ending, the darkling thrush and the quoting raven and the caged and singing … Continue reading

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Tell it to the Poem in My Pocket

.. Tell it to come on little cat feet but not to eat the plums    …..(or the nom de plumes); I’m saving them. Tell it not to stop by any woods, it still has miles to go. Tell it there … Continue reading

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