Words

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...

in the light

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Waking up each morning Pieces of my skin stick to my sheets Flesh unbound, pulling away A viscous, visceral stretch in the direction of my movement, a line...

Three Poems

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accomplice he shoves a rusty crowbar into my hands i want you to climb up on the rooftear up some of the shinglesmake it look like...

Orpheus Bluejay

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My shadow has no calories, so I peel it off the front porch and pour it in my coffee cup. You say it can’t be...

I am always asleep, always dreaming

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promise: I lost the meaning of the wordwhile begging & beggingfor it to be solid my teeth reach into hope to sinkbiting into air that...

I Wish To Know You

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I wish to know you in blinding light, I wish to know you in radiant stars. Your kiss like the sea’s jetting mist,the wish that planted...

human tweeting

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going through your instagram feed desperately trying to reconstruct your history artfully revealing yourself through clever angles and snapchat filters.  what happens when children lose sight of themselves via 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...

Watermark

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When I leftYou remainedA watermark Those who know meWho see right through meSee you in me Paul Rogers is a writer, stepdad and punk rock bassist...

A Spate of Poets

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They’re everywhere – !behind bushes, on benches,under bridges, in the hedges,eyes shiningtoo much.    I’ll be the log   in your fire place.   Let our nostalgia  ...

soon to depart

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a summer wind and softly, now, the whisper of falland these shadows, like snakes they creep down my wall  and the sun, swiftly his chariot borne through the...