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Pennies

Pennies

The first time I am told I am not actually Jewish, I am eight-years old and I am sitting on the bus. My hair is…

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Hush

Hush

A bed of pine needles hushesThe air of Autumn Forest.Black shaded river curls overDeep green stones.Space rests.Yonder, a woodpeckerSounds the core of a frosted pineWho…

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Historian

Historian

My wife screams and my daughter’s hair-mottled scalp crowns. The doctor guides my hands and I grasp my daughter, her small body taught and alive,…

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Cardiac

Cardiac

A UCLA boy, crisp in cotton shirts,you came at me clean, knocking me over.  Even your painwas pure back then, your sweat sweet. You ripped…

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Ma in the Sitting Room

Ma in the Sitting Room

Ma at the bookshelves, searching for new knowledge. She takes a novel between her calloused fingertips, rummages through the pages like she’s looking for something…

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Dream Poem

Dream Poem

I wish I could tell youI didTell youAnd youStillDoNotKnowIt still has been a year you do not knowI could tell you and you will never…

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Natural Disasters

Natural Disasters

1. The Derecho brings change spinningfrom its edge, a clock-hand turningfrom a pivot point in the Midwest,reaching Eastern cities in the foreignlanguage of straight wind…

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Priority One

Priority One

ATTENTION PASSENGERS: Sorry to startle and disappoint, to inconvenience and annoy, but our priority one is not arrival or commute, it’s code for deliverance of…

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In the Summer of Nasturtiums

In the Summer of Nasturtiums

Take a look around the roomNotice the absence of scary animalsUnpack your lunch sack            you may wear out your iron soled shoes           this is the pandemic…

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Mama was a rainbow

Mama was a rainbow

Everyone say black is the colour of death.  But Emily know it ain’t true.  Black is the colour of Mama bein’ alive.  It the colour…

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Funereal

Funereal

I. Sheboygan, Wisconsin November, 2017 There is a postmark on your faceblocking your view of beyond.Leaves fall arraying the ground in an autumnal palette.You cannot…

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