Category: childhood
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Mid-November green
white blooms leaves like small hands mid-November green if mom was a southern girl she would have planted one in our yard 11-9-21
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Still running
After dark you walk in the park with Memories of walking to the store as kid Because you didn’t want to get caught And pay a toll to older boys, you’d run home If your father found out you ran He’d have sent you back to fight A deer snorts, jumps high and runs if…
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Memory worm, ear infection
Hat and gloves kinda weather Stand at kitchen door Hot coffee in hand Chill wind in your face And mom in your ear “Shut the damn door! You weren’t born in a stable! Jesus was!” 11-3-21
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meditation in prime numbers, #17
in crowded empty spaces thick among tall trees grow shadows cool and dark 10-24-21
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Patient karma waits for over 50 years haiku
car through my leaf piles grab a rake and reconstruct Karma makes me smile 10-20-21
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Before the Reformation
While Jesus prayed in Gethsemane No siblings or companions Nudged disciples ribs and whispered Father says, “Sit up straight, don’t sleep” 10-11-21
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Covid dream poem
dark obsidian night of being sent to your room for something your emotions have no control over it’s not your fault or anyone else’s it just is to get away you climb a sugar maple in your neighbor’s yard because if you climb your mother’s trees she’ll use the belt to protect her trees from…
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We were the class of ’70
We were children pretending to be adults. This was our seeding, the setting of roots until our transplantation. If these were our glory days what the hell have we been doing for 50 years? We were the bridge between the gap a bridge over troubled waters waiting for the bus at McCord’s running to Goodnight’s…
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Vanity Fair
Dear Vanity Fair, tell Condé Nast Don’t mess with my fame Cover my name with a damn mailing label When I make your magazine cover Remember not everyone was gifted with My skill set to exploit social media algorithms I deserve full exposure So everyone may see my name In full stiff capital letters 8-8-21
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