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essays, poetry, and personal reflections

Category: Poems

From poetry to short prose, a list of current creative projects

March 19, 2015July 7, 2018

Jennings Point

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coarse, cold, the sand about the wintered beach was mixed with snow, and I could not tell the difference, save the crunch of those crystal pebbles below my leather soles, and near, five old rocks like giants guard the Peconic’s dance of unnamed hues in the mystic moat: coarse, cold, but weathered in the way […]

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February 19, 2015July 7, 2018

Mockingbird and Valley

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at the corner of Mockingbird and Valley, I saw the dogwood there coated in ice, feigning warmth of the coming of the Kingdom and hoped the coming of Spring would suffice as the children in pink and blue bonnets were busy building a sandcastle of snow, I listened to what is really within me and […]

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January 23, 2015July 5, 2018

The Vulgar Call them Christians

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theirs is the American god whom fear of struck fear of those not fearing quite the same, and cloaked in pretty politik they’ll shame those they can shame in Christianease, they’ll please with pleas and so empowered, claim that right is right and wrong is given to some other name, a simpler world, in black-and-white, […]

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January 5, 2015July 7, 2018

New Year

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the years they slough off the flesh dead or alive, from the inside or out leaving in their wake some hollow gap, like snakeskin and memories of what once wasn’t, this life of shedding, but we are wont to find the skin and not the snake, not anew, instead to hold the old like some […]

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December 28, 2014July 4, 2018

Nataraja

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You dance upon the earth, twirling lace colors like fire- fighting the air for attention with feet marching into the ground and each soft stomp your command to make new every goddamned minute with eyes closed to a sea beyond what’s made by the wave of each arm that to dance is to snake among […]

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December 16, 2014July 4, 2018

Genesis

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I swam the primordial deep you crossed the creek and wrote a song about it, and as I drowned there in the sky, the water-worn firmament, stars caught in the corpulent seaweed, and saw then in the distance Charon’s empty boat, I was more afloat for a moment or so you climbed a tree and […]

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October 8, 2014July 3, 2018

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Whatever

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is it god or the devil I should thank for my lack or fill of courage, no matter the outcome when it is what it is, this apologetic bout of promises from the son of a vagabond gone looking for what to undo and with a heavy-handed promise to fix that, too, sometimes I think […]

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September 8, 2014July 3, 2018

Caffè e Tavolini

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she sat in the corner and watched the grey world go by, and out the window, one person lost in thought at a time, another gabbing on the phone, walking on, as she bit into her cookie and let it be all that mattered, and laughed quietly, thinking to herself how nice it was to think […]

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September 3, 2014July 7, 2018

Crickets

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there are crickets in the city if you listen, chirping to the hum of the halogen lamps, and behold, the concrete gods there above them have collected what the sun once willed for a field of grass, but now it’s nighttime when the moon peeks thru the sultry summer city, and the steel-and-glass are planted […]

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August 16, 2014July 7, 2018

At the Ford

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I look down my Death and stare her in the eye sometimes, and it’s when I know she comes for me that I am wont to draw the sword, to meet her dead on, engaged on the battlefield for a fight entirely up to her, even though I live for pretend that I could knock […]

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