Author Archives: mrsorenson

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Heaven in a Box

No keys no openings only order food is first come first serve the birds must live with the baboons in a zoo run by certain animals. Across the state line a footbridge farmers not allowed in the city in a … Continue reading

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Unforgettable

I dug into that place where memories go when they die, the grave of yes and no there I found so many old moments defying every how every why of she and me. I talked to somebody who had been … Continue reading

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The Direction of Causation

[verse] When death appears to comfort mourners at a wake soldiers in a war makes us wonder if we see straight or upside down. When time puts children in charge like when parents grow too fragile to know what’s right … Continue reading

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Broken With Stars

  Morning sky filled or rather scattered with pink loose ready inches cold and sinewy grams streaks of measurement tints of skewed view not felt but surmised. By mid-day comes haze less than particulate mess obfuscation of refusal low sitting … Continue reading

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Bother

Don’t tell me how to how to live and breathe how to get beyond bother don’t tell me there is no bother in this rather lean and bossy world. In a winter running later morning less mild than kind on … Continue reading

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Are We There Yet

  [A] Are we moving? Have we left behind our history? Can it be a new day free of trying not to feel anything? Are we there yet? Is this somehwere we can relax? Are the old gray places gone? … Continue reading

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Shed

  what day is it matters like rain stopping after a weekend stuck in the shed instead of spreading bread with butter mouth mind and door open up the shed done with precision decision be damned without hand or head … Continue reading

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