Category Archives: Poetry

The Key

I am defied daily The room will not yield to me Do the storehouse not present, Present a key to turn The fulfilling knob of words? I dream a god Yet I stand not yet as one When pages demand … Continue reading

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Sentenced to Freedom

Chelsea’s soul incarcerated in a prison of “Dont Ask Dont Tell” languishing in the solitary confinement of Bradley’s body locked up in uniform, unlocks strings of ones and zerosin an act of cyber mutiny, eternal freedom redeemed in a mere … Continue reading

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Home

As the crow flies home these days is east of here my brother against the current of the westwind   for a while it was between the clouds and mountain tops where dreams came alive to re-ignite lost fire raise … Continue reading

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Rolling Times

Time is printed on the skin, in the marks of his wristwatch. The sun warms the pointers and softens the numbers, the days.   His fingers dig into the beach sand and touch the memory of a starfish.   He’s … Continue reading

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Dawn/Madrugada

*Dawn Eu quis escrever um poema sobre o suicídio But realized in time that I no longer wanted to commit My hand to it. The pen is curious, mas o corpo quer viver. No dia em que isso aconteceu, I was so sure that … Continue reading

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In the Sway of River Birch

A cliff’s turned collar sheds sunset gold.   Bare rock darkens to accept what the night sky lowers through dense steam onto stone,   into river breath and this truck driver’s gaze. Pulling freight between white lines and starlight,   … Continue reading

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Releasing Cargo

The deep blue flags of dusk unfurl above happy hour at Joe’s Cellar,   bar mirror catching the eyes ready   to spout embers, the eyes extinguishing flares.   This factory worker tossing back the grease of cheap whiskey,   … Continue reading

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Ready to Parade

Twilight returns to its holy scar.   Locomotive pulling north to where the scent of fur is carried on a glacier’s tongue,   impossibly delicate starlight strung forest to field behind open boxcar doors.   The red embers of animal … Continue reading

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The Art of Water

You stood Drawing ingenious maps On your busy nails, Glancing like a woman, Real, heavy, tormenting, Under the innocent street-lights October’s prancing moon Disappeared, Sweet-snake’s wind blowing From another North, gathers In patient-doctor waiting, No need for another philosophy, No … Continue reading

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Nights

Nights are very real things Even in this mid-monarch life I hesitate, Hearing in winter nights Mist swoops on callous earth, grass, Newly-wedded mothers On uncaring breasts, Birds hurry to their nests No calling bell reminds them Any early hour … Continue reading

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