Charlie, ever pleasant as
a glowing fireplace
offered friendship to the world,
with beauty on his face.Read More »

The heart building… … …All the good, true,
right, and real … locked inside-
I will cherish it,
wear it
like
a
locket,
open it up
and smell,
inhale
deep,
cry myself to sleep,
and smile
one of the genuine smiles
as each of the surround miles
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Grabbing my toes,
I pull my butt out from beneath me,
flip me upside down,
and shake.

I plop her back on her butt and smack
her back and wait
and wait and wait

for her to burp, spit or vomit,
or to drop from any pocket

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A world demanding meaning alternates between cynicism and starry eyes.

See, all a detail must do
is matter to be written down.

And all a detail must do to matter
is to occur,

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He’s thin as a rail with this equally thin
yet deceptively puffy, oversized jacket-
navy, that
he never removes.

He’s also got a farmer’s hat
with secret script written round the rim.
He never removes this,
save for in prayer.

He claims that he’s an alien.

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She throws me curveballs and crises like they’re tree limbs,
car parts, and siding that’s gotten ripped off.
She bats astonished eyes at me, says I never flinch.
I glance past her to all I’ve juggled before-
Lost keys, new jeeps, holes in walls, illegal rides,
electric the company won’t leave on,
shrill screams, and two feet of trash by the nightstand,
scrapped plans, and- I am the eye of the hurricane!

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How does he love you? He counted the ways,

but I don’t know many ways to say
to you, “Love me.”

“…love me, say that you love me…”
Come back to-
Come to me for first of times.
Well, you can stop not loving me now…
Can stop doing all of the things that you do!

Not paying attention, not first tuning in.
To not respond. Not care. Not like.
Never be curious. Never look up.
Not see. Not ask. Not tell. Not try.

Anyone! More, you only ones- I don’t think that this hope will die.

Oh, but I trust that this dream would dim,
if I would rest

and turn out your light.

I’ve been holding on tightly for dear
death,
holding on tightly for fear of what’s next,
holding on tight as I can,
but here
I g-Read More »

The sands of time are falling,
and the weaver, she is calling
to this quilt she’s sewn sublime,
and I’m trying to step in time.

The hands of time keep ticking,
and I’m finding myself wishing
that I could just slow it down,
or at least keep you around.

I will hold the hands of time
if you will hold mine,Read More »

Losing skin cells,
growing more-
part of daily human life.

I charge toward your heart from your outer layer,
constantly fearing
being shed,

running into nothing but
another, another
layer of skin.

I stood
finally-Read More »