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Joanies Café
No wonder the place went out of business, Never saw anyone that came pay. Even the cats got free room and board, Joanie had a love for any stray, Continue reading
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The Destiny of My Poems
I hide them by mistake, In pages of journals, and in the margins of books, Or I leave them etched into walls or tree trunks, Continue reading
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Crepitus
A poem from my time working as a paramedic- I’m not supposed to know the word crepitus, Let alone the sound, Or the grating feeling of it in my hands. Continue reading
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An Ode to The Dandelion
The dandelion reaching for the sun, Doesn’t know it’s millions of miles away. I like to think it thinks it will touch it someday. Continue reading
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High School Reunion
I’ve been getting into treasure hunting lately. Dumpster diving and bounty hunting too. Continue reading
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The Grass is Always Redder
A poem about my commitment issues “I’m a man panning for gold in the river. Sifting through dirt and pebbles And fool’s gold So much fool’s gold.” Continue reading
Hole In The Hedgerow 