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My Family

Posted 3 months ago.

Remember. your children will..

Posted about 1 year ago, 4 comments so far.

a poem that runs off on its own

Posted about 1 year ago, 9 comments so far.

Writing

Aaron

answers seem to find their way / into a hammer forged barrel that plays / vaudeville with him the dummy, / and he is speaking to us all / violently screaming his dismay

Mobile

flickered mirage / shifting in / quantum / buzzing / bar-coded / bonanzas

Come get me

I say goodnight to the moon / and await the sun

stopping by snowed in tenements

In the dead of night these hoods / ain’t got any snowy woods / our trees are few and far between

They

she moored at lines / that moved like clouds, / but grew like vines; he poured in lament / to fill the void, / to pull him down in his decent;

In the Dark

the way he would greet the world / during the sun’s reign spoke volumes / about where he thought his scepter belonged.

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