Landmarks

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My life as a ditch

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Words

Black White and Blue Lives

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Screams and shouts, full of hate “To once again make America great”  “Don’t forget all lives matter” are the cries.  How can we believe that when every...

to william

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Faulkner, you fucker you came on to me with your words and your prose and the things you could seeand i’m beholden, Man and what can i do wondering...

WANDERER

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tea leaves spell out my thursday blues my mother calls it restless mind.  Plastic tulips sit on my nightstand so that at least one thing is timeless  every morning the sun sinks into my chambers invitation...

Stretch of the West

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Sit with legs extended, flex your feet.Breathe in to raise your arms, grow tall. Breathe outto fold your body forward, hold your feet. Breathe in...

If I Could Fight

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Dear diary,I felt something new todayafter weeks on endof nothing but fatigue;it was hatredfor the human race It’s getting worse againafter coming so closedon’t shine...

What I saw

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I didn’t see the little boy tuck a stolen loaf of bread under his jacket as he ran with his desperate bounty, but I...

en el camino con angelitos

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L.A. i said isn’t that where dreams go to die where you never say hello so you don’t have to say goodbye  where crooks find love and lepers fornicate and...

Untitled

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Night watch on the ship’s prow, The stars are out in disorder Every thing ever been seen By naked eye / Is out tonight. Michael Stephen Levinson is...

Remind me

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Darkness always births the light. There is no insanitywithout surfacing reason. Apathy can give way toconviction and action.Remind me. There is no suppression without eventual...

No Language

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For years I’d see Tim free fall from some height while sitting still in the backwoods of his life after his wife died of alcohol poisoning he cut...

the form of a tempest

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and sometimes it doesn’t rhyme but just seeps out like effluent washing over the cobbled streets of a town you’ve never been to and stumbling, burdened with the mannerisms of my father’s...

Another Black Floyd

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George, I don’t know how many of us are herewho share your Texas lineof long chocolate bodieswho can dance on and off the courtwith...