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Poetry

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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Poetry

The jumping spider and the tree

A free verse nature poem.

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Poetry

A poem of immense depth to my wife

In celebration of our eleven year wedding anniversary.

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Poetry

I don’t smoke weed anymore

A free verse poem.