Landmarks

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My life as a ditch

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Words

Out of time

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He most definitely knew what hit him. His family and friends would seek solace in the standard untruth that “at least he didn’t feel...

A memory I can hardly remember…

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A memory I can hardly remember,My first memory?Dangling by a string,So close to being lost.I know it is Spring,The Lilac tree is in bloom,But...

unequivocally

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he wakes from his morphine mist looks up to see my sisters and my mother and me all standing around in a room suddenly thick with panic am i dying? all...

Waking

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Waking from dreamsOf manic theaterAnd movie-making,I arrived at a revelationOf the high degreeLife in America todayResembles a Fellini movieOverlain a Monty Python sketch,Sadly withoutThe...

hewn and hallowed

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full moon poetryjagged and rawbleeding from the woundsof an ancestral saw back and forth as it goesthrough the passage of timewith these hands, grandfatherthat cannot...

Doughnuts and Kings

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The light always caught me off guardwhen we’d stumble in at 3am with silk screen eyes and half empty stomachs filled with Gatorade and bottom...

Tierra Nueva

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In this random pick-up-sticks, double helixMelting pot amalgam and gene pool diasporaOf multiracial physiognomy, skin color,And multilingual saga, rhythm, and songOf European, African, Asian,...

middle ground

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we find ourselves this long morning of this long week children of division some of us already know this place grew out of it like weeds in sidewalk cracks we...

Anthem

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USA beat USA beat clap USA beat clap clap USA beat USA beat beat USA beat beat beat USA beat clap clap USA beat clap beat beat USA beat clap beat clap...

Pearl Street, 2020

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This was supposed to be the year that I returned,to the breathtaking views of the Rockies,to the aroma of fresh-ground coffee,to the fragrances of...

Garden Graves

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To my surprise, there are still three Cardinal Climbers which have bloomed in the chill of mid-October; their regal red trumpet petals open & held high...

Arisen

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                            Dawn hesitated,                  Behind the clouds                           Clawing, at the                Dark summit scrapple                           And brought to her                Were age quivers                           Of bird shadows                From sun flights. Kristen Marshall is a founding member of Boulder...