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The frog and the fish

A zen poem.

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Poetry

Before it is lost

You can continue to be the person you have always been, and no one will bat an eye; You can be the person you are becoming, and few souls will think twice; Or you can be the person you are…

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The birds are still asleep

A free verse poem about the early morning songs of backyard birds.

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Memoir Poetry

South Boston Speedway, 1988

I smell the charred pan fried edges of a bologna burger and the burnt rubber tires of an amateur race car driver spinning out in Turn 3 and the body stench and beer sweat pouring out of a race fan…

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Godwin’s

The blinds are drawn, my desk lamp dimmed as I sit down to write at 7 a.m. A small speaker sits on the window sill playing a song I haven’t heard in years as the sadness finds its way back in. I’ve…

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What the world sounds like when you wake at 5 a.m.

Sleep when the birds sleep Close your eyes when the birds do Wake when the birds wake. Below is an audio recording of the birds in my backyard at 5 AM. Every morning when I wake, I open the kitchen window…

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Memoir Poetry

To hell and back with a cigarette break in between

We were teenagers: 13, 14, 15 when the random thought came to us. I’m not sure who had the idea. I think it was Jeremiah, but it may have been Robbie. I’m fairly certain it wasn’t me. Let’s go running.…

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Stowaway On a Cloud

A short poem about grieving the loss of my dad in my life and the crow that helps me alleviate this pain

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Ants Like Cattle at a Trough

It’s been a dry spring. The grass as crunchy as corn flakes without milk. The last rain I can barely remember now. The ants seem to appreciate the saucer of water I left out back for the birds on the picnic…

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The Catbird

The kitten mews a hungry cry Just outside my window bay Then flutters away into the sky.

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Poetry

If I abruptly go silent while on a conference call at work

If I abruptly go silent while on a conference call, The most likely reason is that a bell hornet the size of a Goodyear blimp Has flown into my office window which I keep open while I work Due in…

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Tin Whistle

There is a small bird whom I cannot see, hidden amongst the limbs blowing a tin whistle.

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Poetry

A Curious Wind

A curious wind enough to tip a vessel the morning you left.

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Poetry

Robins in Winter

The robins run afoot then stop on a dime, sifting.

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The secret to a long and happy marriage

Starring Seth Rogen

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Poetry

William Carlos Williams was no poet

And plums aren’t fruit.

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Poetry

The holder of ropes

Be wary of the man who tells you of a snake, when the snake is but a rope concealed behind the man’s back.

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The proper recourse now

A prose poem.

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Today is a blank page

A short poem.

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The jumping spider and the tree

A free verse nature poem.