Tag Archives: children

Hard In the Back Yard

  The vinca like my curiosity purple-flowered for a while must be curbed and constrained pulled out before it takes over. Two fingers up means street’s anger is rebuked reduced by home-bodied age-crossed beauty. Two hands across the face ten … Continue reading

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Which Child Will Live It Out?

Sung over and under the chorus wonders, Who hears my trope? Which child will live it out? My oldest is a cluster of cousined pillars assembling a single voiced community from red intertwined roots. I had a boy on my … Continue reading

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Let the Children

Children are pushed swayed and manipulated by everyone bigger or important to them worse than pets more like servants. Being yourself is not enough or acceptable the purest brightest child is mangled by tall expectations and steady squeezing. With usually … Continue reading

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I Might Look I Could Cry

Somebody anybody not just randomly come now come back to me. I look I look I seek I might see. I think I see. I sit in a chair might be in america or anywhere. I got a dollar a … Continue reading

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Two Steps at a Time

  [verse] Let the children out outside to play let the mothers stop and stare for a whole day let the bushes blossom the snakes slither let the windows listen let let let each other be something different. Wash the … Continue reading

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Stones and Snapshots

  On top of a hill overlooking the confluence of two young rivers merging to endlessness So many photographs taken and lost who knows the cost of forgetting? The most colorful birds are found in the old cemetary rarely visited … Continue reading

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Billy Gone

I didn’t know her wellafter two years of seeing her every day in class or in the hallshe’d give me a high five very high cuz she was talland I would return the favor with her nickname, Billy. Billy and … Continue reading

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