poetry
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Poet’s Portfolio #3
This July, I’m going to write a short poem (or a long one, who knows?) every day. I’ll post them once a week until the month is over. That pretty much explains it, I think. July 11th, 2026 The neighborhood garage saleattracts the bargain bin fiends,the folks who’d gladly pay morethan what their neighbor asks… Continue reading
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Poet’s Portfolio #2
This July, I’m going to write a short poem (or a long one, who knows?) every day. I’ll post them once a week until the month is over. That pretty much explains it, I think. July 4th, 2026 Charcoal briquettes, eachlaid in the best position,glow in harmony. July 5th, 2026 Winning one in every seven… Continue reading
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Poet’s Portfolio #1
This July, I’m going to write a short poem (or a long one, who knows?) every day. I’ll post them once a week until the month is over. That pretty much explains it, I think. July 1st, 2026 “Now listen,” said Morris,”you came at me like,’gimme all the money in your wallet,’and listen, all I’m… Continue reading
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Reckoning with Juvenalia
While I wait for my editor to send me back some more chapters from my novel to review, my mind has been drifting toward poetry. I’ve posted two new poems here in the last couple of weeks, and I’m preparing for a special month-long poetry feature for July that will help me tone up the… Continue reading
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Under the Open Sky
Observe your breath in the chill of nightand hold the body that keeps you warm—to feel the stars of the northern skyarrest your eyes, to behold their redsand blues, to shiver, is such a lucky thing!With every call of the crickets, music—rivers, ribbits, a rhapsodyof forest played to the fallen treesand dedicated to darkened moon.The… Continue reading
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Colossus of Roads
Spanning high above the canyon’schaparral and stones, a dozenlanes afloat on pools of fog—thepurple rises in the easternsky, the orange west is blinding—I the driver chase the evening’slight to seek the summer’s daughterwading in the shallows, waiting,dressed in skin and sun, her shadowstretching tall across the sand—butI the driver, borne aloft bydreaming, borne by pillars… Continue reading
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A Dream in the Vegetable Garden
The garden made a holy resolution,raising from the soil, lithe and green,a form refined by vicious evolution—grasping at the trellis like a bean,adorned with fragile blossoms in the morninglight, a delicate chemise of white,and bearing twilit fruit for night’s aborningstars, the touch of Venus brushing Mars—and have the jays been feeding from the cherries,do they… Continue reading
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The Big Billy Club
A poem for the henchmen and the hired goons An Arbitrary Power made me Little Lordof the Big Billy Club, to justly recognizethe virtues I embody, being “super-special,””credulous,” “obsequious,” and other wordsthat sound as dope as that—and I can be as damnobsequious as any alpha in the yard.An Arbitrary Man made me the King Shitof… Continue reading
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Engagement Hustle
Too aestheticto be self-aware—one mustconsider whether senses may subvert the matterUntenable—the second half-second the quarter-sec before the rod cracks the base of the skullThe illustration of the Great Man shall bow his headin shame—your thirst for narrative is satisfiedThe little rabbitis made example of today—see he quivers dying in the demonstrationRead confessionsin the back pages… Continue reading
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A Discourse Upon Age Cohorts
You think that you are virtuousbecause of where you were born,or when you were born?You even think that you are virtuousbecause of how you were born,but every one is born in much the same way,and if they make it that farthen they all get older until they die,you know about that, it’s the passage of… Continue reading
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