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Blood at the Rodeo

Short Poem   The wild southwest has been a savior and a damnation. So sparse, so surreal and even in the squalor. The life I live is a lie and in this desert it...

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Garden Birds

Poem   Once in their lifetime Alone they face A trip into the wild Without knowing What will they find Garden birds They travel from a great distance To reach the water Of youth...

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Time to Go

Poem   I’ve been giving you all that I can Yet you’re always finding cracks Never want to know me for who I am You’re always looking for things I lack I’m tired of...

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Trembling Hands

Poem   Her hand trembled in mine watching the path through the trees. “It is dark, it is scary, you cannot go.” Her feet begged her eyes with a nervous step back to look...

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The Tramp – Part Two

Dystopian Short Stories Trent Coy was a man of 20 by the time the Tramp came knocking on his door. The young man had worked hard and fast. He already was married and had...

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Susurration

Poem About Nature See how the wind straddles the branches, swelling, in fast embrace, then releases, and they rebound, slinging diminishingly ever, to meet again its torso of tided sinews in a tumble that...

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Carry Me Along

Poem About Travel   Warmth on my back Late morning on the Lightrail Sunlight and tree shadows Flickering on all the people On their smartphones Flying through the world at the speed of light...

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Facing Walls – Transparency

Poem about Perception   Recommend new interesting Flip through pages Magazines forget how strong They are Change your mind one letter at a time Unlimited sex secrets Monthly flavor tastings How could you not...

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A Deprivation

Haibun Poem   The sound of Screeching steel alongside our house. A hot July 3rd; we look up from our empty dinner plates on the deck table. The ventilation fan of our central air...

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You Were Born Of… – Part Three

Serial Story   Running, running, running, bile rising at my throat’s base, I paused to panNJt with my friends. Genises’ finger pointed out the running, screaming, scattering people. They were  ducking and wildly fleeing,...

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The Next Thousand Years

Poem   If you swore to love me for a thousand years It’d be 100 years too short ‘Cause I’ll forget the first few times and have my sieve-like mind left wracked with doubt...

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The Queen of Hearts

Poem   The Queen looks down, her tower piercing clouds, She beckons them to leave the woodland’s shrouds. She rests her palms on panes of moonlight glass. Come out, young dead, bare feet upon...