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  • For B.

    i stared into your half-dead eyes hoping for searching for signs of life i steeled myself tried to be pretended to be strongwhen i bent to kiss you goodbye i didn’t want couldn’t bear for you to know that i was repulse…

  • Old Fools

    we sing we dance we laugh like fools we don’t succumb to sorrow we carry only what we need no thoughts about tomorrow in hell they wail and gnash their teeth envious of mirth what better way to spend the day on th…

  • States of Matter

    as a child, i was made of Silly Putty everything that touched memade an imprint bent, folded, squished and squashed colored by the Sunday funnies molded and shaped i was connected to alland stuck tonothing there came a t…

  • For Jeff

    we see the world for what it is you and i we call out the demons by their first namescarry seltzer bottles under our coats make eye contact, then suppress laughter regularly check each other’s back for stilettos i defen…

  • Zombie Fun

    When the virus hit the planet, its spread had people in a panic. The Rise of Zombies screamed the headlines. The frenzied fear was something manic. Joe and Winnie, in their eighties, Heard it on the evening news.…

  • The Philco

    He saved every penny, because he wanted it for her.She never asked, knowing it was too dear,but he had seen the way she caught her breath when she paused during their walk, her attention momentarily turned from t…

  • merchants of despair

    they load theirelephant guns in lieu of a fly swatter they run to take aim trailingfeather boas of fearthey close their eyes and squeezethe trigger and never look back to see the mutilated spirits of thecollateral dama…

  • Charity

    he takes the stoolthree seats downwishing he hadthe nerve to sitcloser he wears his best button down shirt and ironed khakisand sports a haircuthis mother thinksmakes him look handsome when he stealsglances my wayi see t…

  • May 1st

    Here I am, refusing to rhyme that month is done, another time To imagery I am not bound no need for verses to expound No trillium or vine-born rose from here on out, it’s only prose And yet despite my constant bitchin’I…

  • It's Over . . .

    Oh! How glorious our time together! The very thought of your sweet voice in my ear runs shiversthe length of my spine Oh! How we danced you and I when first we were Attracted!As my constant companion,the colorsof the wo…

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