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 The Body of My Work Encrusted, encapsulated deep below Unbroken turf In embryonic solitude with rare Interrupted seminal moments Organic r... [read more] |
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Burning the Midnight Oil (With apologies to Edgar Allen Poe) Once upon a midnight dreary, while I worked upon a query, In a spreadsheet str... [read more] |
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The Body of Christ The body of Christ Broken for you The words intoned With solemn reverence As wafer moves from Dish to lips And a... [read more] |
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Thanks Janet There’s a name in the land To strike fear in the heart A gun totin’ Mama Come from Miami parts When it comes to tough calls... [read more] |
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Thanks Bill! I’ve heard the news, and I’m so glad To know no pardon’s to be had You’ve turned your nose up with disdain To further smirche... [read more] |
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Sunday in the Park A concert in a pleasant park on Sunday afternoon The highlight of the offering a complex lilting tune Played with acumen... [read more] |
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EYE OF MY STORM Tossing, …..Crashing, …………Tumbling, ……………….Rebounding until at last, ……………center is reached. d e s c e n t begin... [read more] |
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STARE cold, hard stare; set chin tense shoulders, targeting eyes of ice, betraying no emotion; …none. defenses drawn fast til the coming... [read more] |
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Squirrel Fortune Fishnet cheesecloth reels me in Security for rent A banker’s acceptance Preferred over mine So long as I show interest Enm... [read more] |
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SERPENT CHAMELEON When serpents shed their skins their eyes turn milky. New hues ensue and blend with their surroundings. Fangs dull. Tongu... [read more] |
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SERENITY When I put my foot down, will the earth be there? I find myself concerned that when I breath, there’ll be no air. The things that... [read more] |
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I stepped away for a moment pausing, a short lifetime between the strokes that left little to see beyond a notch in the window revealin... [read more] |
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SALT WATER FISHING As one who has dreamed of tranquil seas, and days of sporting, line in hand for fish, destined for catching, only by tho... [read more] |
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Residue an ivy twined grip envelops my dwelling making its way up weathered brick anchored in crumbling mortar holding fast creeping creep... [read more] |
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Reflections on Cleaning My Mouse Pad foam rubber pseudo-rodent raceway i trace my lines upon your skin run circles round you mind- less of... [read more] |