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Stuck

A world without Bill. This building would be a hotel. Stuck, fucking stuck My first words to be heard and I’m fucking stuck Stuck in a fucking airport, surrounded yet unseen, in a river...

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Kish and My Left Foot

Poem   O, sister of my heart You are no longer the Deviation of my mind The purge in my sole Or the ivory footsteps You walk alone in Midnight skies along Trees that...

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The Life Theatre

Poem   It breaks my heart to see you in pain, unhappy, tired, inanimate like a puppet on strings held by this marvellous creature of sorrow. The scissors are lying on the floor. Too...

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Lame-O-Tard – Part Two

Short Story   Scowl-face stifled a laugh as I pushed past her and out the door, whose bells jingled cheerily and ruined my exit. I opened the car door and my mouth to explain...

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A Great Way to Displace Unwanted Matter

Poem about Memory   Fume Fret Fumble over hands that fail to pay attention where needed Yesterday we all but shared Tonight stand alone is the order Fumble Easy words stick in the throat...

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Seventh Annual Fun Run

Haibun Poem   Parents in T-shirts and shorts herd their hyperactive children to the starting line. We ignore the green-shirted volunteer speaking through a bullhorn. Other volunteers attempt to corral us to one-half of...

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6.26.2015

Inspired Poetry   On the L train platform at Grand Street 10:07 a.m. on June 26, 2015 No one else knowing for lack of cell reception that SCOTUS upheld marriage equality seven minutes ago...

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Innocence

Poem   All these songs of experience Scream to me innocence They speak of what they know That they do not know That there is no knowing When true experience will grow And the...

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Barcelona: Matriarch

Barcelona opens its arms and you suck it all in. The music in the bars is the only English you’ll hear: A familiar sound is the espresso poured alongside beers. Pounding sangria at every...

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What Are You Afraid Of? – Part Five

Serial Fiction   “That’s creepy.” Maura thought the same thing. Well, actually, at first she thought that she was crazy. But then she realized that the ‘incident’ was so in keeping with the rest...

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Piece of Nothing

Poem   The world belongs to the living… Now you are far away from home, the home you never had, and as your presence turns to stone, I’ll never call you “dad”. Now you...