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Her Pillows

They are as neat and as tidy as can be expected, the ticking clean, clear of blemish or stain, with wee, blue and white flowers, her favourite colours, the two of them sit like that, one atop the other at … Continue reading

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Sixty Nanoseconds

My ego boosts trucks, Likes sirens, lights. Everything  an EMERGENCY. RK ~ 5/16/17

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Dear Doctor Wu

Did she know when she carried you, was she like Mary knowing one day you’d be King of the World, already signed, sealed and delivered from the beginning from the very beginning – impatient to arrive, to wear your Fez, … Continue reading

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When I Close My Eyes

I may be like “Hitch” Gilbert, after all, that self-claimed contemporary of Hawthorne, at least one hundred twenty years old, wandering the seasons with memories neatly, efficiently pressed in that buckskin bag, including the lie I loved Bambi too much … Continue reading

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Send Me A Postcard

Send me a postcard. Tell me again that Pushkin says hello. Write of your marvelous journey, of the great cosmic chance, and the finger that writes it. Send me a postcard. Cross your sevens so I’ll know it’s you. Write … Continue reading

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Day 11 NaPoWriMo: I love you baby

“Oh yeah, I love you baby, and all I need is just a little more” Continue reading

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On that slight hill overlooking the water

“…I will finally know I was human, too…” Continue reading

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