Tag Archives: Poetry

Twenty6

Twenty6 A to Z. All of them. The letters in my words drift away, unmoored, torn away, taken down, by a rip current. I have twenty6 to work in to something to say, but they, like me, are em ty. … Continue reading

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Me & This Guy

Me and…and this guy Mountains, always, between us He gave up I left

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Goes Away

It’s moving away. I t   i   s . The time I thought I had, I had that time, but I don’t think of it that way when I want more… time, I mean. The time I have “used” … Continue reading

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The Sky Ran Through Me

The sky ran through me: It did and I didn’t even know it. It did and it felt like the first orgasm I remember and it was that, in sky form. It did and I wouldn’t make this up, you … Continue reading

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Can’t Make This Up

I am only telling you what I saw. Don’t ask me. I don’t know nothing. Couldn’t tell you…had nothing to do with it. This is exactly what happened: You have no idea what it’s been like here, Besides I just … Continue reading

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Unlikely

Even against the backdrop of the world, life, you, I hold my own. I never knew that before.

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U n f o l d

It’s morning, nothing… the light shows up, perfect, low I open.  to you

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The Place in Me

Quieter than the ending of the night when the graying of the black and the graying of the light meet and it’s dawn; quieter than the ending circuit of the tires on snow after the engine is cut and the … Continue reading

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Shorebreak

I feel the wave gathering under me, my feet rising and the giddy feeling of it moving beyond me, as if a horse just ran through me and then the falling, the falling and my feet back on sand and … Continue reading

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Eddy

What is a truth and a lie? A photograph is the lie sitting, like a spider in the web of the truth. What stays and what moves? A river does both and stops doing both at the same time. What … Continue reading

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