Roadkill

Roadkill Teal turquoise house Open front door Tweaking twitchy Woman outside Yelling for an animal (Or maybe even a kid) Pacing in the same Ten square feet Across the street Wearing a black mini skirt In the sun With a matching Black tank top In her black, mismatched Color toed socks Crying out the namesContinue reading “Roadkill”

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S’mores

S’mores You must whittle Some sticks of Driftwood into tiny, pointy spears. The marshmallow must be jet-puffed or campfire quality for char-broil roasting. Everyone knows there’s no exception to hershey pips of chocolate kisses. But the graham cracker will always seem the same. It cracks best when it sandwiches a gooey core.

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Photographer Two

Photographer Two Paddling out Leaning with A kayak Into calm waters Of a desolate eden Where only few wander Only want to get That perfect image That perfect frame Of desolate eden From the middle of One of its lakes Paddling out Into calm waters Where only few wander Just want that image Of paradiseContinue reading “Photographer Two”

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Another Beach

Another Beach I’m sitting beside a lake with two beaches. One above and one just below the water’s texture. I’m laying beside a submerged meadow. A field of grass in a shallow current cooly below. I know this because I explored. By foot, by kayak by wading in the trifling waves. I withdrew from theContinue reading “Another Beach”

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Sassy

Sassy She was my first real kiss Mouth-to-mouth For realsies “connection” By way of the lips When we were walking During passing period At my middle school We were going to go off To our separate classes And before we did She pecked me Right on the lips Quick Like she’d done it before OrContinue reading “Sassy”

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Eigenlicht Kusanagi

Eigenlicht Kusanagi I couldn’t clutch A bone of jagged dread More tightly In my clenched fist To my clenched chest In my right hand A bag of whispers Yelled to me “Push forward.” “Saw through.” “Say something.” “Look away.” And in the left A dreadful jag Of bone as bled By yesterday Whispering “It’s okay.”Continue reading “Eigenlicht Kusanagi”

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Rosy White Alcove

Rosy White Alcove Sitting street level on an ottoman Inside a bay window Looking out of Rose stained glass, We’re looking at the people On the sidewalks In between the walls Of our tea mugs. We’re looking out of Cold bay window panes With droplets Of cloud fodder Playing on its surface. You’ve got yourContinue reading “Rosy White Alcove”

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