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bird on glass
feathers and bits
flight and the crash,
left no body but
only a picture
First appeared at SPARK Round 8 (http://www.getsparked.org); written in response to a poem by Bobbie Troy.
City Snowscape (Remembered)
That winter had to be / the coldest up north / we’d lived together, / the only winter / I could talk you / into moving home / with me to…
Before I Came Home Naked
Tell me lies otherwise: you never drank / yourself clever at a bachelor party, / played pick-up soccer at 3 a.m. / / against drag queens…
This poem is not about sex / despite its title, it’s about irises, / and yet, it must be conceded, / their color, form and subtle sway / …
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He speaks of Socratic tradition, / the finer points of rhetoric and she hears / / the velvet cover of his accent over / those gruff polyglot…
Moonlight Visits at Midnight
Windows, uncurtained, / allow the outside / access to my space / / and the inner and / outer worlds coexist / peacefully most nights. / / …
On a day when some choose the imposition / of ashes, to wear the burnt-palm dust, and to / consider the return of the fallen body to the / …
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