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whispering


I felt hungry and weak
having fallen asleep
for forty-five moons
never once was I asked
my name
long after awakening

this place is not like
the last
and I imagine so
for good reason
the world as I know it
changing before my eyes




february two thousand twenty
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days after the riot


I am not who you think I am
freely walking these city streets
eyes looking forward
unafraid to be noticed as some
outsider instigator
as one who should have been arrested
with all the other hooligans
from the other night

I tell you I don’t know any of them
and despite
your inherent prejudice
I remain remarkably comfortable
in my own skin




february two thousand twenty
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the new normal


it’s impossible to tell
that which ails me
you see I’ve been like this
for so long
I’m finally believing
there’s nothing wrong with me

there’s not a chance
this stays between you and me
and even if does
it doesn’t change a thing
we’ll always wonder
what it’s like to be normal




february two thousand twenty
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how many worlds


hands behind my back
how many fingers
how many coins
can you guess
and guess again
read my mind
what am I thinking
a number
a word
or just pie in the sky
an alternative universe
stuffed inside my fist
quietly radiating
waiting for you to open




february two thousand twenty
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how many folds


one dollar bill
playing origami
be it bow tie
or butterfly
gold ring or puppy dog
wise old owl
or smart bracelet
collecting data and
placing bets
turning ones into twos
and twos into tens
and so on and so forth




february two thousand twenty
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see me fall


never in a million years
was I supposed to survive the fall
plummeting from twenty thousand feet
arms like wings and widespread
gradually gaining control
slowly descending in sweeping circles
miraculously transforming
right before your very eyes




january two thousand twenty
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by land or air or sea


it’s never too late to change things up
perfectly fine to stop in your tracks
saying it’s high time to go another way

direction means less than motion itself
be it inward or westward or skyward
whether carving a new path
or repaving a once-abandoned one

when asked the spiritless question
where you see yourself over time
favor companionship over destination




january two thousand twenty
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picture perfect saturday


children stretched across the library lawn
books selected from wooden crates
spotted randomly throughout the area
beach blankets spread out here and there
little ones sitting and reading to themselves
or out loud in small groups
the mid-morning sun shining brightly
across the green expanse
saturday morning visitors walking
in and out of the main doors
not a soul saying a word



january two thousand twenty
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stress test


listen to your heart
quickly picking up the pace
beating in five and seven sixteenths
for no good reason
if only to let you know she’s still around
able to get your attention with a simple
snapping of the fingers
eventually quietly settling back down
minute by minute
and retreating
to a healthy resting rhythm




december two thousand nineteen
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just treats


strawberry sunrise
on a banana split sunday
titanium knives and red plastic spoons
furiously flashing atop cutting board counter
magically dishing out culinary happiness
one cool concoction at a time




november two thousand nineteen
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beautiful are the fields


we’ve been here before
admiring this land of possibilities
minefields once again restored back to
their original condition
long before anyone ever set eye or foot
colorful fields described by word of mouth
to those who had no idea such beauty
existed in this contradictory world
descriptions eventually voice recorded
illustrated onto rock and paper and cloud
made especially for generations yet to come




october two thousand nineteen
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transplanting poppy fields


I listened to the sad sad story
how the war had taken its toll
it left me wondering of the fields
and when they would ever bloom

the story never seems to end
borders constantly changing
women and children marching on
poppies pinned to their hearts




october two thousand nineteen
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all of these horses


the explosion in the wildflower field
sent all the horses racing far beyond
the imaginary fence line
violently shaking the earth
these parts had not witnessed in
anyone’s lifetime
leaving the elderly trembling
and the little ones crying
making all the machinery within a
thousand mile radius inoperable
the only other mode of transportation
quickly dissolving into the dying sun




september two thousand nineteen
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on choosing friends and lesser gods


surrender not
neither to friend nor foe
rather carry on with purpose
for there is work yet to be done

listen not to nike nor nemesis
for neither are on your side
instead look inwardly
and find yourself




august two thousand nineteen
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lines of vision


for some reason
stitch and sew
repeats in my mind
like a child’s doll
eyes wide open
looking past
the lonely horizon

those loose ends
eventually tear open
momentarily
put back together
surgically restoring
lines of vision
and seamless smiles




july two thousand nineteen
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lesson number one


are you talking to me
in syllables never making sense
blowing raspberries
and shaking about
like a fart in a frying pan

you came into this world
rather unexpectedly
cries and stretches and smiles
demanding everything
and nothing at the same time




july two thousand nineteen
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