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Turning Early -- Jim Daniels

Rain, and a fight with an old friend.
Sober, which makes it worse. Nothing
taken back. You keep drilling, can’t
stop. Into the molten core. Rain sizzling… 132 more words


Ice (Zlatar, Yugoslavia, 1985) -- Jim Daniels

We sit outside at the splintery picnic table
where Uncle Stefan gets hammered daily
since he lost his teaching job, his students
carrying him home drunk one last time. 346 more words


You and Me

As light-hearted as kids dancing in the rain.

As timeless as fish drifting in the sea. 86 more words

Poetry 2012