On Holding Hands

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Tell me again

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Words

Taking a Short-cut on a Dead-end

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You know... I’ve been dying, more than I’ve been living I’ve been making more than I’ve been giving You’re telling me I’ve been forgiven, what am I...

December 31st, America

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Get dressed to go shopping to buy more Things to wear to get dressed to go shopping For more things on sale to wear only once Before...

The Ins and Outs of Planetary Relocation

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I tie the solar system around your wrist to remind you why Days are longer here. Moon-dipped mapmakers, stellar shelter-seekers, we follow cosmic river shadows through the red valleys...

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...

Dada Def Poems

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What is a Nihilist An ink blot and a reminder levied on ships that anchor in a port. A trial condemningthe leader of a dramatic chorus. It...

Untitled

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Night watch on the ship’s prow, The stars are out in disorder Every thing ever been seen By naked eye / Is out tonight. Michael Stephen Levinson is...

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...

Doughnuts and Kings

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The light always caught me off guardwhen we’d stumble in at 3am with silk screen eyes and half empty stomachs filled with Gatorade and bottom...

Small Window

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I discern a tiny space in one of fifteen minutes; two days later, I deduce which one, approach it and peer inside (can’t tell whether it’s bright or dark), hoping to glimpse a poem — or the closest edge of one. Jethro McClellan was born in Boston, moved out West before he turned five, and has called Boulder home for most of his life....

If I could fight

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Dear diary, I felt a new emotion after weeks on end of nothing but fatigue; it was hatred for the human race It's been getting worse after coming so...

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...

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...