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I don’t think poets do well without windows

I don’t think poets do well without windows, She said from her desk, watching the world go by. Here I am, on the street, a pedestrian peering in Though the old storefront with just this pane of glass Between us. … Continue reading

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dance of the poets

i do not know the steps fandango          watusi          pas de deux to write the poets dance                     you will find me by the punch bowl          sweating or out on the balcony imagining myself          or you in the blank face of … Continue reading

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parentheses

you & i are parentheses (we sit back to back on opposite coasts, you facing sunrise & I facing sunset, accidental metaphor for long days rolling like waves) a hot dry land between us and secrets whispered on sea breeze

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The Mystic

The labyrinthine topiaries of thought — Its light-pulsed dendrites, The tides that flood its estuaries. Where do your secrets reside? Where does your love go to hide? We are messengers from the limbic. I want to put my finger on your … Continue reading

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All My Poets Are Zombies

I have a poem, In the Dunes, published at The Camel Saloon: http://thecamelsaloon.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-dunes-after-reading-sheltering-sky.html All my poets are zombies. They drift down the river of days on blood barely thicker than water. They are peckish and peake’d, hungry and gaunt, irritable … Continue reading

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