Category: Poetry

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A Yard House Encounter

The beer sampler at the Yard House comes in six 5-ounce glasses. That’s a duce shy of two pints. Chris and I down them while we share an appetizer of boneless buffalo wings with...

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Words Are Hollow

Love Poem   After days and nights, many fights, days of spring and summer, auburn fall and colder winter. All the battles we fought together! All dawns we spent and laughed! Friends and smiles...

Rebellion Poems 0

The Rebel

Rebellion Poems   My father once warned me That the rebel within me Will cause nothing but trouble. Maybe that is exactly what I need To feel alive again While the dawn is approaching...

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Writing Counterpoints

More than twenty years ago, I sat on a faded beige, chrysanthemum-patterned couch in New City’s first expresso bar, Caffeine Jones. Sipping hot cappuccino, I channeled my angst though Natalie Goldberg’s write-practice drills, filling...

artist poems 0

The Dreamers

Poem   Artists are dreamers anyways They were born to dream Artists are creators anyways They will leave their mark in each and every way Give them a word, and they will turn it...

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A Rose on Kostenka Street

Poem   Someone dropped you (a rose,) on Коstenka street: I found you while I tramped the crunchy road, As I skidded on Karaganda sidewalk-sleet, Down the snowy, boot-printed lane, Shivers slinging from my...

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Wild Card

Spoken Word   Friction; taste Light it Freebase had its moments Turned-up blazer lapels And colorful dyed ends on Hair twenty years young Synthesizers all tongue-kissed The same, in their metallic way Brought on...

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November 11, 2012

We make it to the Veteran’s Day concert at West Point. The storied USMA band plays melodies dating back to “Chester”, the most popular drum and piper tune during the Revolutionary War. The music...

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Neighbors

It’s a tantrum scream, But it jolts anyway; It rips through the Backyards and lawns. I grit my teeth. The times have changed. Fear and rawness shoot Through my nostrils. Anger I don’t understand,...

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A Moment of Vocational Repentance

Mira calls us to dinner. I rise from the chaise, still wrestling with the enjoyment of a summer day—reading, writing, being with family—while acknowledging the coming of another September. And the stressful year it...

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With You

Poem   Somewhere between the places that you escape to And the places that you roam, The places that you see day in and day out Is the same light, the same sky The...

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Youthful Eulogy

Poem   I hope all have heard Of how the battle was done There were those who survived And those who won But you shoulda seen the battlefield I thought it just couldn’t be...