Category Archives: Poetry

Between the lines

My face. I do not look my age. I look my mileage. This is my face. My map. . . Image: “At Rest In The Gloaming” by Steve Kalstrup Advertisements

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Sarge speaks

The Earth is Bare by Ralph Cheatwood The people are amazed The bomb bursts The earth is bare The people are gone The chiefs are alone The earth is bare The lone oak The light flashes The earth is bare … Continue reading

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north shore sun

making up with the sun watching it wiggle past the rocks and plorp like an egg yolk above the horizon wishing the camera battery wasn’t dead remembering when seeing was enough and experiencing the thing was the thing it rises … Continue reading

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Winfrey Point

Love Takes out the garbage three nights in a row And doesn’t boast about it. (Well. Maybe a little.) Love Sits quietly in the passenger seat And does not complain when the car veers onto the shoulder Again. Again? Really, … Continue reading

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lovely/warm mug meditations

i long to be the kind to get in the car on a sundee pajamas robe no makeup pillowface laughing all the way there to surprise you sitting on your porch good coffee open hands silence and bird watching

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busted up/on the death of Tracy Hicks

busted up pieces, shards, motes, atoms bursts of drops of no no no no no no no and then laughing realizing how I’m making coffee the way he taught me vanilla plenty of it in the grounds makes the kitchen … Continue reading

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This love (for Andrews Cope & Danielle Pickard)

Love Whole mountains fall, whole Prairies buckle and bend and Push skyward Love Nothing    nothing Stays the same Not even Love Those first Sneaky Pete glances I like her does she like me does he like me I hope Oh … Continue reading

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