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Posted by on Sep 9, 2008 in Poetry | 0 comments

Spinning Into Bed

Spinning in Bed   I forgot and ran beneath the branches blowing fog like a cow   styrofoam flowers and strobe light christmas houses damp paper pumpkins   forgot I...

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Posted by on Sep 2, 2008 in Blogh, Poetry | 0 comments

Phone Call

This used to be called Phone Call. It was an emergency call to a nonexistent friend about my day. I wrote a bunch of poems in the early nineties about life as a single...

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