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the wheels turn
the wheels turn / and slowly the body / succumbs to the treads and the weight / of the monster it carries,
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there is not enough time
in catching up on a life that was lost, I’d miss the living in front of me.
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in swirling chaos
in swirling chaos / together – we find center / and you make me feel
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It’s a SIGN…
Or IS it a “sign” at all?
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Catching My Breath
I know, I know, my writing has been spotty (at best) for the last couple months. Ironically, this wordless patch hit me near the beginning of my favorite writing month, National Poetry Writing Month, in April. Two years ago, a friend encouraged me to try it, even though I’d never written poetry (or what I…
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Take Them Off!
Who is the Weakest Link?
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be not proud
What I pull out may render sad or jolly; Too big for my britches?
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the ursine fur I bear
how did we go from hairy bodies with clean faces to bare skin and bushy beards?
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Drove along, he did.
He doesn’t come / when you call / usually.
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The Purest Gold
The clouds always part
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This is How Love Is
For in the end, Love Runs to Us, Grasps Us, And Refuses to Ever let Us go.
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Sonnet XLIII – Unsparing
Whatever form that functions is the thing That proffers wisdom, be it balm or sting.
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transition
wisps of potential precipitation occlude the sun’s rays, goosebumping my flesh which was recently warm.
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What a Trip – #SoCS
Little things piled up. Thing which, under normal circumstances, would have rolled off my back, but they ALL. HAPPENED. AT. ONCE.
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Further from Progress?
We find ourselves becalmed.
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Whatever.
Whatever.
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Fractured Faces
Safe in our certain Somethingness…
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Juxtaposition
Clandestinely UnconcealedCovertly ConspicuousExplicitly SurreptitiousFurtive Exhibitionism AllAbove BoardwhileUndertheTable Simultaneously. In a deliciousjuxtaposition.
defying atrophy 