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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

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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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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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My moon

I. I miss my moon The pull The waves and crashes Tidal pools to floods And finally Release and reaching A quiet peace Peace past perfect   II. I miss you moon beaming time spent lying in the throw in the … Continue reading

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Love among the Corinthians (what I would have said if you’d asked)

. . It occurs to me today that love is not contingent upon whether or not you show up whether or not you are silent whether or not you behave whether or not I “get” you or whether or not … Continue reading

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Gone walking back soon love us

. Fall finally comes like a rush of Needed breath and I am thankful and Homesick to the tips of my toes with Longing and gratitude Barbed wire and gold . One day I will be there walking And I … Continue reading

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