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Category Archives: Poetry
The Connective Tissue of Segmented Fruits
“I like oranges,” she says, again, midnight hair thrown back, amber eyes flashing. I had heard her, the first time.
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Platinum Anniversary, Belated
How much would you miss a finger were it not a digit but time: a century, perhaps, for each— the handful a millennium?
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Upon the Death of Your Mother
I dreamed last that you came to visit, that you had something important to tell. I was busy stocking shelves at the store, and asked you to wait for a few minutes.
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Warning Signs
The doorway facing me allows a slivered fractional view of a streetside window. Through the left lower corner, a sign across the way warns, No Trespassing.
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Chillblains: Letter to a Nephew
“It’s cold out there, Greg.” ~Iditarod Red Lantern Award Winner Bill Mackey The mercury read two below zero when I left Twisp.
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A Private’s Judgement
Saltwater sloshes at my puttee-clad boots as I sway beside my brother, the lieutenant. His son, nearby, is propped on an elbow, smoking in a crowded bunk at the sally port.
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Trappings of Antiquity
This place used to be alive. I can feel it. The walls of the cliffs ascend beyond sight, and the shadows engulf me as I walk.
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Methow September Memorial, 2020
Descended smoke thick as Beijing smog Cell phone coverage and landlines out All ties cut to the world-wide web
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Call to Worship
The water fountain at All Saints Church is built for children.
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