Poetry

Hungered Echo

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It takes me with its bony hand Clamped over the exaggerated Throb at my wrists To days of sandaled feet scuffing Over-exposed laterite to…

Phoebe

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Phoebe says, I was up in the room by the trees making my girl’s bed and I could still smell her sleep.When I snapped…

Never Enough

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Here comes the school supply list by pages. Crash! That’s 3 bikes needing new parts. Time for the well check, don’t forget the copay….

May, 1999

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Matchsticks and cigarette stubs in black soil, doused and tramped Where the corn is growing Or will grow The rain is cold When we…

On the San Saba

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Old timers tell of baptisms in the living water. Cascades of souls, clad full in white, down the muddy banks lives made right. We…

Propellers

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We never traveled over bridges. It was too dark under their skin. The monsters wanted to attack. Instead, we floated in airplanes, propellers spinning…

View from the Edge

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At sunset drivers hide behind the last light’s reflections off glass, faceless robots at the controls, hands always at nine and three, becoming one…