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covid 19

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the sounds of new home construction hammering nails into dystopian rhythms waveforms like ring droplets on still water spreading through our quiet neighborhood like a virus  coming off...

‘Hope and the Odds Make Poor Bedfellows,’ JL

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The celebration in Wuhan is a galaxy of lights.The temporary hospitals are torn down, the mallsare reopened. A man fixes his daughter’s maskby a...

Postscript

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Covid – year two. I no longer live within myformer parameters.Sleep comes in waves per night as does dream. Some days the sun sings I’m...

My story

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I wonder why it is by all accounts that what I’ve arranged is as yet fixedwhen night makes up for lost time with me.Now...

TWO MODELS

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“Game recognises game” Popular saying Used in someBlack people’sConversations Normally blurted outWhen one seesTheir best qualitiesIn another. Example given: Back in the 1950s,A FloridaCheesecake modelDidn’t want toLimit herself to...

Turnaround

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One hundred and eightyDegree turnaroundMade several timesIn one lifetime— From numbers runner and burglarBreaking into mansions of moneyed White menTo writer and Muslim messengerReaching into...

Death-Bridge Keeper’s OTHER Five Questions (THREE Questions!)

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To WHAT, from what, is time a bridge? Of WHO and WHAT is that bridge a carrier? To WHAT do the people and things the bridge carries across and back throw up a collective — and insurmountable — BarRRier??? Born...

Love letter to the corn dog at River and Woods

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A bite into you is a bite into late backyard nights where summer breezes bring you the scents of swaying cornfields and the laughter of friends and the...

Last Night

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what does everyone want to do for their last night on earth walk the high wire bend over backwards look up at the stars until they start to look...

September Dawn

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The swift and cold pre-autumn rain,  Will not, dear life, have come in vain.  The last burst of green life given In dried beds of aged creeks...

An Ode to the Sounds of Blackness

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When Ray Charles asked, “Come live with me and won’t you be my love?” Gladys said she’s leaving to be with him On a midnight train...

Waiting for Spring

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Crows and snow a tethered world monochromatic static, white noise of sight like floaters, skittery images through flakes the size of quarters, and feathered balls of birds sitting it out on sugared...