Posts
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Tankas of a changing world
1. A hole
Clawed hands do not care
for mothers’ desperate cries,
tattered sinew left
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The Fair
Another offering to the fall
We walk, side-by-side
Don’t these rides seem smaller now?
Or have we just grown in size?
What if this is the end?
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A Letter To Time
Dear Time, You remind me of the Sea. Unable to be restrained. Unable to be controlled. Unable to be contained. You are merciless, yet your movement is necessary.
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War drums
And the air tastes of raw linen
And I watch a million suns explode
In the distant horizon
And footsteps,
Beating and beating and beating
Like some twisted wardrum
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And it tastes of rot
I am left here with
The blandishing of obsession
My obsession
Of time
With the
Six years it takes
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No Shots Fired
No shots were fired
No alarms blaring
No sirens
But the gun was loaded
and it was lunch
And there were so many people
Loves
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poetry clippings
Poems are birds in the kingdoms of languages
Always flying towards each other and paradise
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Together, perhaps
We hear the sound of the universe
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The sunlight comes in
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my pillow was tear-stained (i don't want to die)
i had a dream
last night that
we wererunning
the alarm had rung, the
sky had darkened (or maybe it was still pale blue),
and people wereyelling
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artemis II
they went farther
than everything
we know of
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drive to jericho to see an aerial performance
if i ever own an orange car i will be delighted in being other people's
delight; playing the rainbow car game
on long drives without ever making it past red
is never a good idea.
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Holding Hands
My mom doesn’t hold my hand on the airplane anymore.
Not during taxi, takeoff, turbulence or touchdown.
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I don't like my haircut
But at least I
still see the everlasting stars
sparkling in my eyes and
the constellations that connect them
to me.