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motionless & wrapped in a shawl


not sure if we’re picking up the pieces
or simply putting them
back together
like some subliminal jigsaw puzzle
showcasing rose petals on a hardwood floor
a shadowy figure in the corner rocker
bent but not broken
a filtered sun unable to expose
any kind of emotion
let alone a mind suspended in time




november two thousand twenty
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stuck in the middle


jimmy dugan said it best
about not crying
during a specific activity

I could have used that advice
back when I was a little leaguer
back when real life was
easily distinguishable
from this present day reality




november two thousand twenty
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I am the boy god


I tried writing the end of this story
about a boy & his bird
bound together by a freak
accident his dead mother
would never forget
but in doing so was interrupted
distracted by a murder of crows
telegraphing their signals
mimicking words like secrecy
and pure fiction
a reminder those series of events
long ago were swept away by a
twisting turning wind
mystically created by the two of them




november two thousand twenty
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not a cloud in the sky


we’re neither buyers nor sellers
so don’t bother asking
we’re holding on to what we have
[at least for the time being]
praying at sunrise & at sunset
for the wind to bring in the rain
for the blues to be blown away




november two thousand twenty
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rock & roll fatigue


my watch buzzes at 7 pm
a yoga time reminder
I quickly dismiss it
a subtle reflex
the song on the google thing
making me think about
the handgun
I hid in the basement
years ago

it takes two efforts
to make the damn thing
operational
the old song segues
into a new one
I find myself singing along
[inside my head]
purposely forgetting
the hidden key upstairs




november two thousand twenty
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fishing under the influence


it’s sunday somewhere
so this week I’m starting early
making my own bloody mary mix
on a late saturday night
secret ingredient bone broth

for some reason I’m thinking
the trout must be biting at prairie park
and though it’s eight hours ‘til sunrise
it’s only an eighteen minute drive
to my favorite fishing hole




november two thousand twenty
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hunting down the dragonfly


in every object resides a memory
most going unnoticed forever
and a few more days
either accidentally misplaced
or stashed away on purpose

a time will come when one of them
will reappear of out nowhere
and suddenly you are entranced
incapable of movement or sound
transported by the dragonfly




november two thousand twenty
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like a child does


imagine the energy
deathbed newly made
how do you capture it
the liveliness that lingers
fading like a siren
single bullet inside soldier
one single voice sounding like three
saying breathe baby breathe




november two thousand twenty
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theory of the birds


all the birds took a break for a day
boycotting the streams & the baths
downtown sidewalks & window ledges
unmistakably absent from the airwaves
instead quietly tucked away for some
twenty-four hours
collectively testing the theory that these
so-called humans
have ceased paying attention




october two thousand twenty
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Steps to the Acropolis


And so I have passed on
without fanfare
and I was thinking to myself
the best days of my life

It was Mother’s Day
when I arrived to Athens
my adopted Motherland
learning the streets
by way of feet for eleven days
convincing myself before I go
this is where I’ll always be




october two thousand twenty
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when straying from the science


when running your hardest to first base
you should not go air-bound on that final step
stretching & suspended will only slow you down

that is the simple science of it
yet so few runners actually put it into practice
turning a possible single into an eyelash out
mainly due to a lack of faith




october two thousand twenty
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post modern pandemic


interesting times often lead those
living barely on the surface
finding solace in dark & sullen places
often where fallen angels convene
discussing in greater detail
their strongest of all desires
and their willingness to obtain them
at all costs




october two thousand twenty
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to the moon & back


I’m lost again but what else is new
having put the fob in my pocket

comfortably buckled inside
I engage the flashing green button

a voice demanding in so many words
where are we going this time




september two thousand twenty
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a collage of sorts


working on a collage of sorts
I find myself in a world other than my own
latest abridged editions of dictionary & thesaurus
nearly within an arm’s length
occasionally referring to them with eyes wide shut

by the time you walk in
I’ve managed to rearrange every single word
beyond the point of recognition
string becoming rope becoming knot
mathematically twisted by persistent trial & error




september two thousand twenty
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reading braille


once the war
was so many years old
the children picked up braille
& began reading again
fairly easily


august two thousand twenty
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rapid eye movement


hummingbirds come & go
I tell myself the sugar water
must still be good

imitating by way of blinking
I stay paralyzed in my chair
unable to replenish the nectar
even if I wanted to

I see them in the corner of my eye
and they in mine
neither of us questioning
how much more of the world
there is left to see




july two thousand twenty
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