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Shrapnel

She left pieces of her life behind her everywhere she went. It’s easier to feel the sunlight without them, she said. – Brian Andreas .. This poem is my missing pieces. The grief. The shame. The same small dreams I … Continue reading

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found between the couch cushions with some lint, and 36 cents

.. , this poem is a long lost song on tip of tongue, a memory rising as mist or smoke. a broken bottle scattered, not yet smoothed to sea glass. the jagged syllables of a name that once mattered. a … Continue reading

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This Poem Can’t Be Much

.. This poem is a soft-shelled crab, the drab and unadorned way the world sighs just before a storm. It can’t be dry -cleaned, or steamed or hung on a line. It won’t be patient with your heart, or your … Continue reading

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Five tiny stories in poem pockets

.. Nothing bitter. No coffee, no cold -heart stare, no chairs without comfort. No root. No soot. Nothing batter. No waffles. No pan -cakes, no average. No pitch black night with softball stars. Nothing bit her. Not the love bug … Continue reading

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sleeping in syllables

    she dreams in couplets, breathes in metered feet. she snores to the beat of words that treat themselves to feathered phrase and counting sheep.     Prompted by Poetic Asides.       

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So, duh

… Call it what you want (depends on where you’re from). It’s just a fizzy drink, and arguing is dumb. Some call it simply “soda,” while others call it “pop.” And any brand can be a “coke;” it’s all just sugar-slop. … Continue reading

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Squandering Sunlight

.. There’s a last -ditch effort to our breathing, a long slow grieving process (progress?) that comes sharp with every sunset. We watch it plop into mountain range ocean spill quiet plain; disappear as if it never shined. We hold … Continue reading

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