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My Sister, the Serial Dater

I told her not to go to the meet-up with Red Dragon 143. But my sister was the Queen of Stubborn, and she gave me the slip. To this day, I couldn’t believe I fell for the old pillows-under-the-blanket trick.     If only I...

Reunion Introspection

Life at 75 My silver mane shows Natural beauty of age With warts, lines and all My silver mane speaks Of struggle and redemption With passion and faith On departed classmates Gone forever now Memories we celebrate Lives well lived and loved On our humanity Human lives deserve Peace that is socially just Fight for it we...

Amen

IN A HOLY ROOM, THE PRESIDENT PROCLAIMS: My fellow countrymen, I have always sought to protect you. The government used to be filled with corrupt men and women, the kind that bled you dry with taxation and left you to drown in typhoons....

The Pruning and Other Poems

The Pruning Deadhead the ground where petals lay, not the blossomed branch, rivered & riveted this garden, this square of pear & pine. Unlock the pruning knife, cut the roses back to thorn, back to distel, to angled light. Be frugal, light-handed, bent shrubs are rain-heavy, grit-weary, saddled with the days of May’s cloud weeping. This June cuts back to essential bone, the boughs watered & wounded. Fold your knees before the muted ground, listen to the...

The Nature of the Beast

THE MOTORIZED BOAT DELIVERED AN ear-splitting growl, then a moan, and we were aground — the steer man, his co-pilot, and I — in the shallow water.  I grumbled loud when I realized that we would have to wade the rest of the...

My Magnificat

In the Marian month of October Magnificent madness My savage spirit you stunned Bones leap out to dance Something inside You touched and exploded Unleashing the torrent of one hundred springs That rush to embrace The vineyards lost in my memory     O blessed be Walls you have broken down Oppressors you pinned to...

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Time in a Shell

They say that when you put your ear next to a seashell, you can hear the ocean. That you can hear the waves crashing...

Nautilus

I walked barefoot on the Pacific beach,the sand a chill, the sun a dying coal.Waves whispered secrets to the rocks,and there it was—a spiral...

My Body, for Sale

-1- Azalea stood in the dimly-lit alley, the cold night air biting her skin. She clutched a tattered piece of paper with an address scribbled...

Don’t Follow Me, I Don’t Even Know Where I’m Going

“The past is not the past. The future doesn’t exist. It’s a made-up idea. Every mapping what we do of the future is a...