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Thus fails poetry

What can I show you in mere words requiring some shared frame, a reference we both use to describe a common ground only imagined that in the vanity of hope we craft of veiled illusions, archetypes that may at best, … Continue reading

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the thin kings of aboutness

From Part I: backward broken pushed against the known, each awaiting defamation, two armies fought and fled their thin kings waiting down among the rushes forward spoken harsh against the wind, each a summons hoarse men whispered plans and expectations … Continue reading

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The Flute

To think your way the only way, or see your God alone, is to have the world as a flute and play a monotone. Now, it is music, to be sure, that constant single drone; but there is more to … Continue reading

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Deconstruction

I will never deconstruct another poem in search of hidden metaphor, by line eviscerating some writer’s creation to satisfy some professor of mine. These exercises do not help the reader connect to what is said, or truly why in given … Continue reading

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A Grain of Salt

When grandma fried the eggs, she used the salt so liberally its savor burnt the tongue; and so my father grew to hate the taste, eschewing through his life their bitter edge. It seems to me this metaphor applies to … Continue reading

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New Orleans: Imagine It Educated

Their America is seventy-percent against them, but they do not know, these kids in New Orleans their ebony faces eager or sullen or lost in some other world lugging heavy booksacks on their narrow shoulders facing teachers tired of trying … Continue reading

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The Desert

The edges of his shoes were scuffed and nicked, and a layer of dust clung to them. The sound of a pebble as he scrunched it underfoot made him look down and notice, each step stirring up a small cloud … Continue reading

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