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03 Jun 2024

bumper crop


he asks me the same question
only ten minutes later
then five & one

I don’t remember you ever
holding my hand
I say to my father
but he cannot hear me
not even with his one hearing aid

here let me turn you up
he says to me
what did you say

your garden looks great
I go on to the say
it should be another bumper
tomato crop

it was all I could do to get them in
he goes on to say
having not remembered
I’d been the one who planted them
just a few months ago


june two thousand twenty-four
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07 Sep 2023

burying the past


everything is for sale
for pennies on the dollar
everything that is
except for my deathbed

not sleeping much anymore
thus busy listing things
on various outlets
letting go of the past
two or three items at a time

there is no endgame in sight
simply an exercise
to bury the past
hoping to rise again
in some old familiar form





september two thousand twenty-three
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04 Aug 2023

flashes before your eyes


I woke up with a cut
on my arm
about the size of a centipede
mostly crimson red
the center body like a
freelance stitch

bruises come & go
as if having
a life of their own
I talk to them on occasion
but they rarely tell me
much of anything

it’s nothing like
when we were kids
each & every event
stored inside the cache
picking & choosing
when to resurface next





august two thousand twenty-three
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20 Mar 2023

I shall never forget


faded memories reappear
a wallpaper kind of past
filled with delicate intricacies
and screaming images

she emerges to the forefront
in unexpected ways
first as a lasting impression
in an otherwise forgetful dream
— next as a hologram
projected from the ceiling
miming I will always love you
before dissolving into nothingness

these are the beginnings
of a day filled with fits & starts
a reminder that I shall never forget
even after my final breath





march two thousand twenty-three
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03 Aug 2022

repairing past afflictions


that childhood moment
when you were maybe seven or eight
magically reappearing in your mind
the accuracy of the recollection
of little importance
the images as vivid as the orange
sun sinking into the blue-green sea
the waves crashing the shoreline
tumbling over themselves ad infinitum
somehow making the past
much clearer than the present
leaving you with a slight smile
and a single teardrop





august two thousand twenty-two
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28 Jul 2022

watering selected recollections


a child on tiptoes
an empty pail by her side
neck bending backwards
one hand reaching for a butterfly
the other clenching a piece of sky

it’s the things you recall
that easily survive below the surface
says the voice soundlessly
the one growing restless from time to time
secretly reliant on its counterpart

carrying the pail of water
from the well at the top of the hill
the child could never be more real





july two thousand twenty-two
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27 May 2019

rearranging the past


I spent most of the morning
digging up memories from the garden
separating and transplanting
and finding just the right spot
for their next resting place

some were more difficult than others
each an exercise of elimination
both in body and in mind
rest assured I’ll be at ease
once the next keeper takes over





may two thousand nineteen
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20 Jul 2018
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Temporary memories


I’ve lost my way in search of truth
whether it be fact or fiction
questioning whether accepting more
correlates to receiving less

As years pass my heart swells
and my eyesight worsens
both troubled by the sign of the times

I’m reluctant to concede to pressure
managing to infiltrate my downtime
whether it be deep in sleep
or quiet contemplation

In the morning I find comfort
anticipating the rising of the sun
whether apparent or behind clouds




july two thousand eighteen
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03 Apr 2017
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opening windows in April


she used to play piano on late
Sunday mornings
the boys in the kitchen singing
and keeping plenty busy
preparing brunch and such

there’s no sense trying to
rescue that painting
it’s best to prime the canvass
and start again from scratch

that knock-off Picasso that used
to hang in the living room
made a killing at the auction

the memories weren’t for sale
they simply stayed with the house
drifting in and out of walls
depending upon the season
and which windows might be
open or shut



april two thousand seventeen
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06 Sep 2016
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the violin and the piano


their sound supersedes the
clamor and the simmering pot
not quite boiling
not quite understood

the floors mean nothing
since they’ve been replaced
replaced but not restored
never to be the same

appearing out of nowhere
like a silver moon in disguise
the music filters through
making my world come to life

the violin and the piano
still echo in these walls
comforting my sorrow
and giving me repose


september two thousand sixteen
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08 Sep 2015
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moving day all over again


we were sitting on the balcony
sipping tea and pretending to be happy
while down below piles of possessions
systematically moved from outside the
house and into a rented step van

who’s the guy with the tattoo sleeve I ask

oh that’s Billy she says
he tends bar and does stand-up

right I say without looking up
loving one instagram after the next

refreshing our glasses I wondered if she
had remembered to pack those
forgotten memories
or did she purposely leave them behind
perhaps inside a weightless shoebox
stashed high upon a shelf
or wrapped inside a linen cloth
hidden below a wooden floor board



september two thousand fifteen
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06 Jun 2015
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the old man and the tree


that tree is still there
the one in the background
one hundred years old or more
the one you climbed to the top
again and again and again
presenting a world in its most
simplistic state
colorful and melodious and calming
shielded from life’s uncertainties
if only for a brief moment in time
when the days were long
and the nights unfolded
limitless possibilities



june two thousand fifteen
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09 Jan 2015
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still the same


I got out of the house using a bonafide
lie about meeting my buddy at the
pinball arcade
hopped on my tenspeed and
pedaled the shortest route to prospect park

lying on our backs at the top of the hill
it felt as if we were vertical
suspended if you will
the river far below our feet
the clouds above
shaped like sails and almost touchable

all afternoon we held hands and
talked about how old we felt
trapped inside young bodies
unnerved by the fact this place in time
would always be the same




january two thousand fifteen
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20 Dec 2014
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grayscale


memories stacked neatly
in locked up photographs
once prominently displayed
now distant and dustless
like oddly real dreams
never truly understood

do I dare open the box
and relive all the fears
hidden behind nervous smiles
below cloudless skies
never imagining the future
would ever come to this



december two thousand fourteen
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20 Oct 2014
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the curse of the new moon


morning light casts long shadows
where trees amass and grow wild
harboring mere mortals
savoring newfound secrets

at work in the dimly lit night
werewolves trail the slender moon
digging out curses buried
deep along the way

on the outskirts of the city
early morning trains whistle and
howl and slowly garner steam
hauling away memories that
never truly existed




october two thousand fourteen
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09 Jul 2014
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nature over portrait


running through fields with
raised nets and breathable lids
atop glass jars
we chase down dreams
and stow away
childhood memories
unaware one day our hidden
beauty will be unveiled





july two thousand fourteen
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