A free verse poem about the early morning songs of backyard birds.
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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…
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…
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…
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.
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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A Curious Wind
A curious wind enough to tip a vessel the morning you left.
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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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William Carlos Williams was no poet
And plums aren’t fruit.
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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.
A poem in free verse.
A poem in free verse.