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To Eat

Poem I would rather starve on the streets of Florence Naples or Rome than eat well here at home They say one cannot survive on culture art or architecture alone but here in this...

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Bubble

It’s not large… Inside, there’s room for me and he, And we float on rays of light for stretches at a time. The colors swirl on the soap walls around us, I know better,...

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Signs

Short Story   What is that incessant tapping? I look down at my shaky hand and identify the culprit. Ugh. Do something else. I pick up my pen and begin to move it across...

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Vagabond

Poem   Dirty bandanna and sweat in my eyes got rags on my fingers to fend off the flies Riddle me this and I’ll tell you I’ve seen cups overflowing and empty canteens Eyes...

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Angel In the Smog

This bus driver is a good man. His ring is gold with lots of holes in it, intertwined like a wrap of some kind of jungle leaf or something. It makes me wonder… Trinidadian,...

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Values

Poem About Time   The minutes, the hours The days and weeks The months, the seasons The years that leak Looking for safety Practical and prudent Stability Doing something good Righteously helping Serving a...