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Highlighting Poets for National Poetry Month – Week 1

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Highlighting Poets for National Poetry Month – Week 1

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Highlighting Poets for National Poetry Month – Week 1

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Highlighting Poets for National Poetry Month – Week 1

Light the Way   I will find time to burn Meaningless memories From an unstable ex lover Whose personalities turn Inside ha…

Little Tongues Regrets are best served on a bed of cold linguine. Regrets are red, saucy, spicy. Regrets are the ripe tomatoe…

Pokles, Makro, Kvet, Reflexie, Kvapiek Vody

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Droplets one year (they were neighbors with) old reasons, with their chubby pudge knuckles….smacking the gathered drips puddle in chuckle…….two year old(s) reach-outs in effort t…

Green   Deep in the forest A place that I go to Where I can be comforted And not so lonely The forest holds me And it’s green When I return From a trip to the forest I feel I’ve been transform…

The Rich Earth The rich Earth Dark black and brown Sifts through fingers The substance of possibility Precious and receiving The sun is jealous The sky envious And the moon covets They blust…

Hogging the Blanket   She removes her clothing, cradles the naked girl shielding her from the cold winds bite, offering love of a different kind.   Knowing critics enter an open window, i…

Hogging the Blanket She removes her clothing, cradles the naked girl shielding her from the cold winds bite, offering love of a different kind. Knowing critics enter an open window, i…

Autumn’s Fall     At Fall’s finish, when darkness surged stronger, Autumn’s sprite lamented, looking longer into the specks of gold,…

Autumn’s Fall At Fall’s finish, when darkness surged stronger, Autumn’s sprite lamented, looking longer into the specks of gold,…

I sit in my 2001 Chevy S10 truck drunk on smoked salmon vodka, writing this poem on Subway sandwich napkins. No one cares my life insurance policy is a carburetor full of fumes, worn out filters, f...

If I Were Young Again Piecemeal summer dies: long winter spreads its blanket again. For ten years I have lived in exile, locked in this rickety cabin, shoulders jostled up against ope…

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Voice in the Zephyrs Snows swiftly retreat to the cloudy tops of ageless mountains letting the onslaught of warm winds create quite a majestic look. The lost lady of the mountains stepped forth fro…

Lakota Saw Her Too The morning is starting with a primordial panorama. Warm fog hangs low, stuffing the valleys with cottony pillows. Scattered about, rocky outcrops of the higher peaks protrude fr…

Raydon’s Smirk He tilted his head back pouring the bourbon down the hatch. The once acrid burn, as it sank into his gullet, is now welcome warmth. Lavonia set hers back on the table.

Increased   I…

Increased I looked back on my life like a book never read, I never understood myself or even those words I've said With each page I turned it seems as if I ripped it out, before I could ever understand what I was all about.

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