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said the mountain

we didn’t thrust ourselvesup from the oceanic crustthat many millions years agoso bored hikers would have aplace to toss theirnon-biodegradableplastic water bottleseven if they areaptly named with wordslike cascade and purelife

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I Forgot You Then

The sun was sleepingAnd her people tooA quiet unstirringDisturbed only byThe lake waterLapping againstThe granite shoreA blip, a splashAn unsteady rhythmRepeated infinitumCarving and tumblingThe rocksSoftening their edgesDragging grains of sandFrom shore to inland seaLake ebbing and tuggingAs if it were … Continue reading

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Shaded

She wore a soft hat That flopped slightly And shaded Her right eye Sometimes she tripped On roots or curbs From the shadows That hat threw But still she tromped Down alleyways or Through bramble fields Always in the hat … Continue reading

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Until Then…

I find myself in need of help. There. I said it. What a humbling and unexpected thing to say. A crippling thing, really; it leaves me hunched, almost crying, grappling for words, not wanting to say anything because to be … Continue reading

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Spoken Tree Poetry

I always knew that trees could talk and now science has proven it so. Aren’t you sorry for all the stories  you missed, the lost hellos,  and goodbyes you never waved? And won’t your heart fill with sadness when you learn … Continue reading

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Baseball

She died last Tuesday, while Watching a Blue Jays game In that big, comfy armchair That made her feel like a queen No one noticed  Because the bases were loaded

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Blackbird

One day the ceiling of heaven Exploded Empyrean everywhere Feathers spackled the air And dead poets Somersaulted down Birds and words Fell over themselves Tumbled and jumbled Twinned and conflated Until even a discerning eye Couldn’t dissect one From the … Continue reading

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nothing to see here

all the broken people and what can we do I’ll pick a thread on my blouse and you’ll sing out loud look at the broken people we should have a drink who won the game tonight and does my makeup … Continue reading

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Underslung

  children scrabble in the dust of Aleppo seek shelter in the shadows as if that could save them from another shelling their future underslung dangling from the belly of God by a loose thread and thinner hope than that

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The Little Things

          it isn’t dying i mind it’s just that i imagine when i do i’ll never again need to search for the words to describe just how that surface of cracked prairie mud baked hard in … Continue reading

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