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My Father Happily Hums
My Father Happily Hums MY FATHER HAPPILY HUMS My Father happily hums as we reach the water I’m 6 standing on a dock he says I am ready to go fishing all I want to do is to please him A contorted...
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Ruling Dichotomy
She strolls among the old and dusty, the fox-eared, the stained, her hand guiding long, blonde strands back while bending down, eyes squinting to inspect Lladro for fine cracks and chips. Irish linen...
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The Clerk
The Clerk i drove to the gas station to fill-r-up took $20 & hoofed it inside where The monosyllabic Clerk looked down at the register calling everyone “hereyagoHun” after each transaction...
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dreaming of an avocado on friday night 8/30/14
i’d just hitched a ride onto the tail of a REM comet finding myself alone bent over a kids 1950’s trike one foot on the backboard between small worn tires the other foot pushed my adult weight along...
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Abbe Sleeps Through Kevin’s Advice
The last thing I remember was having a project brewing in my mind no, burning up my head I had bizarre bird photos that needed exhibiting inside bird houses how would I build and light them properly...
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Who Grieves For Dilawar
Who Grieves For Dilawar (written in 2008) “The President has the constitutional authority to temporarily suspend our treaty obligations to Afghanistan under the Geneva Convention…” “While...
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Peshawar: “If our children die as martyrs, your children will not escape”
Reuters The title above is a quote from Uman Mansoor, head of TTP, Tehreek Taliban Pakistan, the mind behind the Peshawar school killings. He is a father of two daughters and a son, the gatekeeper...
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Poetry Contest ending in two days at www.rattle.com — Toes Tagged and Ready
This photograph by photographer James Bernal spoke to me, I had to pen something. Not for contest but for my own silly brain - the contest for your poetry ends in 2 days, Jan. 1, 2015 – (where’d the...
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Shadows and Art – the enslavement
I slip into 2 random shoes under my desk neither matches but still a right & left it’s 3:29am who needs haute couture Amtrak whistles at the full bodied moon I step outside- a cloudless night...
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a few steps toward the pondI see a protusion – water breeched by an Oligocene visionwide eyed – face carved by rugged millenniumshis view locked & focused onto minethose pupils narrowed with...
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