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  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Come Clementine, rest your tired legs, rest your aching bones and lay your muscle down beside. Do not wait for the awkward hug of death, all elbows and ebony, moth chewed velvet. Come Clementine, do not wait. Close your eyes for sleeping, slow your forced breath. Look. The rain has wa...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    You were an errand that I had to run. When your mother called to say you were missing and you called to say you were drunk halfway home I stood and hopped from the fluorescent insides of the bus to the rain-painted street to the downtown cacophony that cracked and squealed. I called ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Take more time among the cedars and oak among the dusty groves listen to the sparrow in the morning and the whippoorwill at night let the mud mold itself beneath your feet with no concern for cleanliness feel the clover and wild grass that pull themselves out of the ground to stand tall ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    The beatings of hawks wings precede the beak and then it is above me dark in shadow before it rises slightly and the golden glow lights upon it's face and neck outlines its wings in glory letting loose every feather fine fingers spread wide...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    The tree in my backyard is tall and strong. I used to climb it often using its boughs to pull myself until I could go no higher. The tree begins to rock slowly the powerful winds draw creaks and groans. My hands rest lightly on its weathered gray skin the leaves above me flap their smo...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    the heavy hot air presses close to rust covered automobiles weary, sweating people dry, brown leafed palm trees swooning in the bright glaring sun It stains the soft dark concrete with scorching heat leaves dogs lying tired short fur stuck close to backs wetted with sweat tongues and t...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    Winds churn waters gray like slate A nearly indiscernible line between sea and Sky like cigarette smoke Slick, cold beaches crunch beneath the beating waves Then rise slowly to meet the trees Standing shoulder to shoulder Soldiers on parade Bristling branches green, almost black And heavy w...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    Every cold Sunday Sleeps cloudy allure too strong to awake until noon Every hot sunday When sheets are thrown off and sweat sticks Every Sunday Batter is pooled thick and salty slowly browning Awakening footsteps slump down creaking stairs tablecloth smeared with something brown, m...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    Yonder discourse tempers near. alight on amber waves sticky sticking stricken mud of earnest gold and redwood blood. Alas cries the woodpecker pecking jellied gems hardened phlegm spilled from dark crevasses ridged ruffles evergreen bark. Alas cries the woodpecker. digging piercing nails...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
    He was the first.' Never before had a person jumped off the Golden Gate Bridge facing the ocean.' That everyone jumped facing the city reaffirmed his belief that the only reason anyone ever did anything was for attention.' I tried to explain to him that it was human nature to want to be acknowledged...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    I have traveled the spine of the coast cracked rough curved like a turtle’s shell Trekked over mountains like sharp incisors and then across the soft bulge of the prairie’s belly swollen with disease Walked through canyons’ cracks on the massive skull of the desert...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Fields of grasses dried blonde by the sun shadowed by storms royal purple clouds reaching toward the oceans like old coke bottles rain streaming deep into the red soil bulging dirt gives way tentacled weeds grabbing fiercely in the twilight cast by oak trees shining leaves dying witherin...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    Oftentimes of late I find myself Tangled up in leaves of bronze. The delicate nature of autumn wraps itself Around me, holding me in fragile embrace. I dare not struggle Nor blink or breathe, For fear of making a sound And disturbing the slumbering beast of winter, Lying dormant Beneath ...

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