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Revelation Revolution

  I am in a conversation with non-talkers wondering why they’re so misunderstood. They habitually stay in contact although their voices are smothered under pillows of suppression. I am staring like a seeker in the cellar square outside, square in … Continue reading

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Charmed Mouth Full

A wish given its rein a cell entered into a strain wholly lived a cup round as sin. From morning to mountain between jaws of song what you never knew you hankered for rises strong. In the dictionary under H … Continue reading

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The Future’s Nutty Gauntlet

  I was listening to blues of Mike & Paul Muddy & Jimmy and predecessors I was taken aback all the way to Africa I hollered at the sand to echolocate the water turning into an avalanche of low-level love … Continue reading

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That Time of the Year

  White chairs around a long table sat in every Thanksgiving shared like childhood was. Talk about tossing around old ways and habits like balls caught and dropped. Walls of shelves populated by books I wish someone had read besides … Continue reading

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Thank the Cliff, Level the Pass

  Didn’t know a thing except watching tongue whispering, head crammed from the safety of the pillow I listened to midnight wind I read on the ceiling the cursive of passing lights of slow cars. All this in the house … Continue reading

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Birthday Ditty

It’s my birthday I am sixty six been working like a dog picking up sticks In the beautiful middle of every October I am non-committal about getting older Used to get those fall-down blues when reds and yellows took over … Continue reading

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Time Shrieks

The ball is hit to centerfield and I run for it. My eyes bounce up and down in my confidence. The runner on first is rounding second bass. Time shrinks and expands and so do I. What effect does pressure … Continue reading

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