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Wednesday, December 10, 2014
Capital Punishment, Period
When the word you need
To finish your sentence leaves
You hanging in the air.
Sunday, December 7, 2014
House on the Hill
All that’s left is a mound of detritus—
Barely enough to remind us it stood
Tall and strong as the family that held
Sway over it, a domain now infested
By burrowing creatures of the night—
Let’s say blind earthworms with feelers
Breathing through dank skins, sensing
Their way through the dark by gauging
Changes in the ever-changing light.
Thursday, December 4, 2014
Watchtower
That black
Dog that stands
For Death has
Two gray marks
Round its red
Eyes that keep
Watch for any signs
Of life just like yours.
Monday, December 1, 2014
Fish out of Water
Where you find out when
The sea is only so
Deep as the air
You breathe in.
Friday, November 28, 2014
In the Long Run
It makes no difference where
You were going when you were
Turning left or right
Or going straight ahead—
Something tells me
That was where
You were going when
You had no choice but to go
Short of stopping dead in your tracks,
Which makes all the difference,
Should one wish to know.
Monday, November 24, 2014
Aeolian
of fig leaves under
limbs swept bare—
a rotting
bed the fickle
wind left
there.
Friday, November 21, 2014
Clockwork Universe
He’d sit before the expansive
Bay window and take in
The sun rising and setting
Without fathoming why
It never failed to move him
While the sea—in an unceasing
Undulating pendulum rhythm—
Rose and fell, as if breathing.
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