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Winter Sounds

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[tis the season….] ~ Another five inches, Snow falling down. One bird is singing, One bird, around. The screens of a porch Clad dandruff-white stuff, Hanging and clinging The singing gets rough, When then comes another, The other lets up. Two birds, two birds, Now two birds are heard. And then somewhat later The Blackbirds […] Continue reading →

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Tellurian

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…. C.D. Wright, the poet, has died; As well as an actor named Rickman. The news is brief, but only for one – An actor demands attention. ~ “Plenty of people also have died – No news we’d have, if all were then mentioned.” What price do we pay, for someone’s importance? What measures are […] Continue reading →

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Haunted

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  ~ And then, you would call when no one at all would least of all      expect it. And again, complain – again, the same – The same old feeling,      of discomfit. How life is so bad, and how you’re so sad,      but there’s nothing      to be […] Continue reading →

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Corbies

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  ~ The winter birds have moved to town and settled my Maple branches; but not for long, they sing no song, these cronies of Corbies, Comanches! A banded gang of all black bird, bandits that hang in tether. What gives them the right is their power and might, flexing their feathers together. This hungry […] Continue reading →

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Narbona’s Sonnet

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  Prologue: The Mexican people, and the native Pueblo, steal from each other, and fight Navajo. Three native nations, just seeking to Be, elides observation, except Apache. ~ Hot! is the color of summer air; boiling, the sand, it spreads everywhere. Water adds value – if only there were; God knows! what value, of nothing […] Continue reading →

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Song of Narbona

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  ~ So different this New Man,
The Blue Man,
These Dragoons of Kearny. I see him – But he, He doesn’t see me! A New Man, This Blue Man, Pale-faced as white sand, A fraction of men, Sent here by Kearny. A Blue van Of New Men, The Blue Man new army. He comes at a […] Continue reading →

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Immortals

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So there you still go now, So once the young man! Now broken and beat up: Is this how you end? Once we were special! Or thought so, back then – Immortal! we thought us! Such powerful men. Nothing would hurt us, On this we depend: Invincible cowpokes, Of the Rio Grande. To think that […] Continue reading →

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New Year’s Day

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New Year’s Day Black Carrion birds encircle the sky, in search for the dying or dead. A lone little squirrel scampers right by – A whole ‘nother world lies ahead. Last year’s leaves still cling to the vine, they rustle and rattle in wind. An old man clings to the end of a line, the […] Continue reading →

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The Long Island Sound

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The Long Island Sound The high school reunion, which I won’t attend, Will be held in Las Vegas, Nevada. I’ll go to Long Island, out near the end, Where they still say in that fun way “What’s da matta?’’ It’s odd what we say what we’re really not thinking: Magician’s with rabbits and top hats. When […] Continue reading →

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Union Station and Paradigm Shift

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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 – not […] Continue reading →

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Once A Great Notion

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~ There goes Dear Mary; She walks down our street. Worn out and tired; Weary and beat. She’s searching her soul, Looking down deep; Busy in forethought, The Back thoughts, she keeps. And I wonder what Mary, What Mary now thinks. Once we were young, Just busy young tarts; Mary, the others, and me. Strong […] Continue reading →

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Albuquerque

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Out in the West, no, not the Far West, the Southwest of New Mexico; you walk in a bar, and the faces light up. You’ve one to two seconds to go.

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    I hate to leave   but have to go       there’s no way   of getting   around it  

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