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This entry is part 5 of 14 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Summer 2014 In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.
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This entry is part 6 of 14 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Summer 2014 In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.
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This entry is part 7 of 14 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Summer 2014The fruits remaining on the tree are numbered now, becoming smaller, harder, and less plump; the afternoon is hot, but already...
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This entry is part 8 of 14 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Summer 2014I have not seen stars being born nor heard the sound the moon makes to cast its shadow on the trees. And I have not found the...
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This entry is part 9 of 14 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Summer 2014Who steals isn’t always looking to fill a need, I’ve learned. Compulsion, the thrill of not getting caught, the danger that...
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This entry is part 10 of 14 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Summer 2014 Rain hammers the leaves; the lilac trembles from without and within. And life’s requirements knock on every surface, asking to...
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This entry is part 11 of 14 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Summer 2014Sunlight that syncs in and out; broody skies, no birds. We wait out the wet spell, coffee in hand, after first asking the...
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This entry is part 12 of 14 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Summer 2014 For what occasion did I save that ill-fitting suit, those shoes that pinched, that jeweled clutch worn only one other time...
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This entry is part 13 of 14 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Summer 2014 You call and I serve because you gave me a name that means hover, watch over. I give up and defer, make way, beg pardon,...
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This entry is part 14 of 14 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Summer 2014 for another poem to document the clack of acorns falling from the tree, for another poet to sit at a table cleared of all but...
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The fruits remaining on the tree are numbered now, becoming smaller, harder, and less plump; the afternoon is hot, but already carries undertones of approaching winter— And we hear across pitched roofs...
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I have not seen stars being born nor heard the sound the moon makes to cast its shadow on the trees. And I have not found the cipher to the message insects transmit all through the night; nor have I...
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Who steals isn’t always looking to fill a need, I’ve learned. Compulsion, the thrill of not getting caught, the danger that licks at the base of the skull, the dare that ticks its timer until the wick...
View ArticleTriolet: Epistemology of rain
Rain hammers the leaves; the lilac trembles from without and within. And life’s requirements knock on every surface, asking to be taken in, wed, fed, fattened. No frailty wants orphaning, no hurt...
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Sunlight that syncs in and out; broody skies, no birds. We wait out the wet spell, coffee in hand, after first asking the dark-haired barista for the wireless password. Sunlight that syncs in and out;...
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For what occasion did I save that ill-fitting suit, those shoes that pinched, that jeweled clutch worn only one other time before I put all away and lined the bags with mothballs? I still have the two...
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You call and I serve because you gave me a name that means hover, watch over. I give up and defer, make way, beg pardon, squeeze into the narrow back passage in my coming and going. There’s a button...
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for another poem to document the clack of acorns falling from the tree, for another poet to sit at a table cleared of all but oil stains from some previous feast? What urgency requires a document be...
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