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Maple yellow, maple red, I see
the killing splendor of your canopy
outside my window as I lie abed
gathering this morning’s go-ahead,
whispering this small apostrophe— 76 more words


Warrior Poet's Way

It was cold this morning as I headed to Barnes and Noble, but it was a pleasant, autumn cold. I found a table and began writing. 835 more words


A grain of lust

A grain of lust, she’s chained to please
a watching buyer holds the keys
Anonymous behind his mask,
the man can take, he never asks. 173 more words


When Rumsfeld smiles

When Rumsfeld smiles, his unfrowned frown
gleams white like snowflakes don’t – unbrown –
unyellow – Ivory on saloon
piano keys plonking untuned
tunes with no trace of tusk to be found… 55 more words


My Way Home

On my way home, I stop in on a friend
whose death we’d both expected. We pretend
to be at peace, the peace of another time… 102 more words


Too much too suddenly

The sudden lurch from doing nothing to being even slightly busy can be too much for some of us. This is for Margo’s Tuesday Tryout… 134 more words


We Are Pharaoh

We are Pharaoh, God among man
We have been so since time began
We have been so since time begun
We are Ra and almighty Sun… 69 more words

T J Therien