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My Family

The only time I ever doubt whether I am a good person is when I interact with my family. / I wonder what that means…

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Remember. your children will..

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a poem that runs off on its own

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Aaron

answers seem to find their way / into a hammer forged barrel that plays / vaudeville with him the d…

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 bet…

They

she moored at lines / that moved like clouds, / but grew like vines; / he poured in lament / to fi…

Zeitgeist

dodging death / and life

Death, Love

winter’s perfect face, a seraphim, / intoxicating sketch of self aloft, / a bedroom waltz turned re…

Begin

the ether, lined with majestic azailias that / shone with grace in crystallized plum / shoots, mauv…

our pledge

and we continue to march forward / dripping with liberty and justice for all / bled from the veins …

Matador

and he, body long as a horizon, bends / the light, all suffused and dripping from him / riding the …

The Voice

“Help me…” It pleaded. My fear overwhelmed the physics of movement. To this day I…

Ringmaster

I brace myself as I head toward / what appears to be a door / to a distant place / and hold open th…

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