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Tag Archives: street poems
She Might Just Ask You If You Can Spare a Dollar
.. This poem is up to no good. She’s a dirty rotten scoundrel, a mangy mongrel stray. She’s been on the streets for days and days without a shower or a song. Frankly, she’s got nothing left, and nothing left … Continue reading
Paradise Ave
.. There’s a lady on the corner holding court with garbage rats and silence. Sometimes, she sings. This little light and the fight song from her alma mater. Most times, she listens; this broken breeze ballooning her sleeves as if … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems, Quadrille
Tagged balloons, corner poems, Q44, Quadrille, street poems
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Sidewalk Talk {Sans Chalk}
I am stumbling around these city streets; I have nowhere to lay my weary head, no slice of ground to call home. My affinity for loneliness and loss has me one with the rumble of silence, the holy heart of … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged dVerse poems, fiction, first person, sea, sky, street poems
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