My husband's poetry

Category: for someone else

  • Forever young

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    I remember Saturday nights scrapping with the guys; Sunday afternoons hanging out, Music on the stereo watching tv with the sound off, Talking ’bout what we gonna be When we grow up. Monday morning news Sunday, 2 pm, three teenagers shot dead Sheriff is investigating. Parents in shock; trying to remember Jakobe Fanning, Dre’Von Riley,…

  • Old friends

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    I heard yesterday from an old school friend she said she’s been with her wife since college and now I wonder if our 9th grade make out session was consensual or she was too afraid to say no or I was unable or unwilling to hear and I want to ask her and I want…

  • Licking county highway

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    This morning, Momma says eat your breakfast You have a long day Two eggs, buttered toast, four slices of bacon He rushes out the door Almost a man Momma’s proud of how big he’s grown 8:52 am Semi slams into back of bus Big day with friends, last day with friends His day, his life…

  • Because

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    because their past long term relationships fell apart they exchanged apartment keys on the first date and inspected each other’s bathroom, refrigerator, closets and whether they made their bed that morning because after the dew is off the lily it’s the little domestic things that matter 11-18-23

  • Gifting among the poor

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    In the sweater section of Goodwill She saw the ugly hand-knit sweater She gifted her best friend for Christmas 2016 She bought it for a dollar And gifted her best friend for 2024 So she’d have a matching set 11-15-24

  • The Flight of the Narcissist

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    he thought the mist would hide his retreat but it only made it difficult to drive he turned on his wipers to see and did not look back 10-30-24

  • Swimming Beyond the Reef with Anne Sexton

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    I read you incessantly. Struggle to find a way through your madness. Like a lifeguard I come up behind you; try to pull you to shore, but how do you save an expert swimmer who is committed to drowning? I tread water beside you. Watch for an opening in the rhythm of your thrashing. It…

  • How to Survive a Conversation with a Narcissist

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    Tell me your requirements for love and I will tell you that is not love. 12-20-23

  • Poet tea

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    in Larry’s kitchen water simmers on stove light through blinds climbs the dining room wall outside we feed the chimenea old newspapers, talk cultural appropriation, Sufi poets, Herbert, Milton, Shakespeare, Donne, and how imperfect fruit tastes sweeter than grocery store perfection, while we sip tea in the sunshine until the fire burns out 12-20-23