What’s a Poet to Do?
put down your fiddles and pick up your guns for the emperor’s clothes are burning
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The Sycamore Tree
 The Sycamore Tree Not to the sycamore tree grave of republicans or the communist party not to the stones and bricks or these buildings or the tangle of ivy the...
Read MoreGnostic Paranoia
I don’t remember writing this, except for a line here and there. And it wasn’t some late night production. I wrote it in my head on the way to work,...
Read MoreFrail Mosaics
  Frail mosaics of wooded hillsides crumbling tiles  Autumnal clowns in precarious quilts  Like shivering coins of copper and...
Read MoreCrude Drain
 the crude drain in a pair of pants snow squalls at the window  women dressed like children indignant courting of filthy thoughts...
Read MoreA Question for Dreams
A Question for Dreams why do you bring the dead and write yourself in love’s light why her still and empty face the blue eyes and tangled nylon hair she...
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