poetry
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filtrate
Read more: filtrateA hard twenty poem–twenty minutes from the start, I’m posting this poem. It surely needs editing to stand up to my hopes for all of my poems. I’d love feedback if you feel inclined to offer any.
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when we met — a Marla poem
Read more: when we met — a Marla poemAnother poem in the Marla series. Here, Marla’s father Mark writes a love poem recalling meeting Marla’s mother Mary Lou.
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silver dollar words
Read more: silver dollar wordsAnother poem for my Memory Loss series. The photo is from Cape May, New Jersey. I really love shadows and lines in photos lately, and skewed perspective. I think back to processing photos in a darkroom in the eighties. They’ve made it almost too easy for us these days.
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geese
Read more: geeseMany starts and stops this morning until this poem came in unsteady for a landing.
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Witch-Girl–A Marla Poem
Read more: Witch-Girl–A Marla PoemIt was Hay Day at Marla’s school and once again Marla comes to the rescue after a teacher loses her wedding ring in a pile of hay. If only it were that simple.
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Fighghting the Good Fighght
Read more: Fighghting the Good FighghtIn 1965 Aram Saroyan wrote a poem called “lighght” which, at the time, made a bunch of people mad. I think those people, and perhaps many more, would still be mad, all things considered.
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waveforms
Read more: waveformsI couldn’t help but think this morning as I got coffee that there sure is a lot of plastic involved here.
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Broccoli
Read more: BroccoliI was in my thirties before I liked broccoli. Now my issue is beets. I hate beets.
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in the midst
Read more: in the midstA new poem for the End of Days collection. The image is glass block from a local trip to the veterinary clinic. I’ve been reading Kay Ryan and while not her style directly, her craft prepared me to write this poem.
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So Now We Haunt–A Marla Poem
Read more: So Now We Haunt–A Marla PoemMarla’s story continues as a dead soul notices that she can see them and, of course, Marla offers them hope.
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