poetry

Picking

I went cherry picking this weekend.
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Except wrens

It is hard to not disturb my world
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Playdate

A second poem about Marla this time at a playdate with friends. Not quite for kids.
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Marla, Poem 1 — A Narrative Series of Poems About A Magical Girl Named Marla

The first in a series of poems about a young girl named Marla.
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Mercuric

The past doesn’t just rewrite itself
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Holes in the Story

An unlikely hole-in-one playing golf with my dad
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Rorschach

What if a poem was just an ink blot awaiting your response?
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Arctic Hens

I’ve looked at clouds that way . . .
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It takes two

I just wanted the cookie
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All About Carbs

Some thoughts about deck boards and carburetors and poetry.
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