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  • SPIT
    Poetry

    SPIT

    Spit:

    It’s what I wanted to be

    Able to do

    Well.

    Spit!



    Spit

    A giant

    Shining

    Crystal

    Bullet

    Of spit,

    Shoot it

    Out of my mouth

    Like a cowboy

    Sending a perfect

    Oscillating oval

    Of...

  • Around this snowy bend

    Around this snowy bend

    I hear the song of summer

    Around this snowy bend,

    Where the cold wind will stop blowing

    And the...

    • Mar 1, 2018 01:00 pm
  • I Shot a Tree

    I Shot a Tree

    I shot a tree to death on my way to Viet Nam. My first war crime. I knew I was going to die and didn’t want to die alone.

    • Oct 26, 2017 11:44 am
  • Skies With / Without Clouds

    Every sky is blue,

    When the clouds have been skimmed

    from its top.

    Every garden is lovely,...

    • Jun 27, 2017 03:14 pm
  • Rotting Log

    Rotting Log

    I saw the future

    In a rotted log

    The withered, ashen-laced edges of dried barnacles

    On upward curling...

    • May 8, 2017 04:32 pm
  • Welcome Wanderers

    Welcome Wanderers

    On my way to bed at night,

    I pause to click the back porch light.

    Seeming captives of its...

    • Oct 27, 2016 11:22 am
  • Rain

    Rain

    First-fall of language through the foliage down

    • May 2, 2016 12:40 pm
  • Package on its way

    Package on its way

    I wait for Spring as one waits for

    • Mar 1, 2016 03:01 pm
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