migration

such a great loss, that of the family; of friends and heritage; the ancestral name. it ends in the loss, begins with a gain; the last, lone survivor, attains. not so much as by choice, but force, in the main: the force a prevailing wind. O! Ye Winds! Ye Winds of Change! so much is […] Continue reading

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Golden Gate Bay

~ I didn’t start school as early as others, but rather, in media res and was further expelled more early, as matters, beginning with grade level K. They don’t give out grades in old California, out near the Golden Gate Bay; they didn’t give grades, I must inform ya, they didn’t give grades to grade […] Continue reading

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Shadow Dancing

~ I been accosted, battered & beat; left as unearthly, an orphan of street, where people pass by me; I’m no one, to meet! all I got goin’ before me, my feet. Once I was someone, I had it made; but now I am no one, I’m nobody, Babe. Yeah, I had a woman, the […] Continue reading

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Tales of the Tribe

  Tales of the Tribe http://wp.me/p102ON-E6  Synopsis: Society creates the stories it tells itself: factual, specious, apocryphal, dishonest; by any rendition, according to Wallace Stevens, will still be a fiction.  Myth wears the clothes of its culture, will always be a social fact, and those who would eschew these basic facets of humanity, will prove […] Continue reading

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Union Station and Paradigm Shift

  An abstract journey through concrete Americana with a lagniappe through the “Great Discussion.” From serious humor to light-hearted gravitas, this is a trip you need to enjoy. Poetic postcards of Americana will be provided for. Our trip commences upon your arrival at Union Station, and continues until we arrive at a Paradigm Shift – […] Continue reading

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Amicitias

~ Out! Out! Out with the rain! a man and a dog traverses. The water rolls off, and more follows down, falling to fill up more spaces. Cur! Cur! both dog and man! They curry to each other’s favor. One leads the way, the other one follows, slogging through weather, together. None! None! there’s no […] Continue reading

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Gone to the Bone

~ Nine-Seven-Eight Sits on a corner, A city, a street, Somewhere. A high wooden fence Surrounds The grounds: A compound In semblance In air. Nine-Seven-Eight. No one seems home. But people Do live there, I swear! It’s quiet, Threadbare, And gone in the bone: Secret, Private, Alone. Three quarters A score Of years, Maybe more, […] Continue reading

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Autotelism

~ I Write my own Poetry on plain white paper, the ‘Puter won’t do it for me. With a pencil in hand, and eraser effect, I’m a man from the last Century. And No One will read my Poetry, except for the few friends I have. Not famous, I’m No One; no surprises, you’ll see […] Continue reading

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Summer Magic

~ Those deep May days, someone will say, somewhere in Central Virginia:      It’s the end of the month, where people will jump –      Winter is gone from Virginia. And boys wearing flip-flops watch girls in their gym shorts take out their pups for short walks, from porches. And from such enclosures, […] Continue reading

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if it quacked like a duck

~ a neighbor spends hours each day of the week shifting through flowers a garden she keeps and when days turn rainy the days dark and deep she goes deep inside but outside she weeps she can’t be with gardens in flowers she seeks but stays in her house where otherwise sleeps where neighbors are […] Continue reading

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We’re Not The Gods

~ The last words you’ve said, To someone you love – Will they be of something substantial? The future unfolds into what, We’re not told – It might just be best to be natural. And then there’s the hope, From the ones whom you love – The feelings which comeback be mutual. But we’ll never […] Continue reading

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Snowclones

…. June loves a dog, we all can guess why, the last days of Spring before Summer. Gray’s the new Grey, X the new Y, and Fall still awakens the wonder. And April is gone, in the blink of an eye. A past moves along with a simper. We’re out here, again, out near the […] Continue reading

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Poor Whip-Poor-Will

…. Here then, a tale as told by a Grannie to Grandson, giving her hell. As this story goes, it’s really quite old and rose from the dust of New Mexico…. ~ This much I know, when politics fail it fails for just most folks, greatly. Failure qua failure is failure the more, no matter […] Continue reading

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The Metal of Man

…. The Duke City’s known the Sun, before shown Coronado and those of his friends; and the Old Ones, they knew, the Wind, as it blew the Sun West to East and then send into the darkness, the black of the night, Stars shining brightly, Stars into flight, the room for the Moon to come […] Continue reading

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