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POEM: salt
salt you were sitting on the couch I was on the floor in front of you you were wearing that skirt your bare legs pressing against my back I knew all I had to do was turn and you would … Continue reading
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POEM: What to do at Schalmont (when there’s nowhere to go for lunch)
What to do at Schalmont (when there’s nowhere to go for lunch) On my lunch breaks I would sit in a graveyard, reading aloud the poems of Robert Burns in what, to me, was a fair Scottish accent. If this … Continue reading
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haiku (stone #55)
trudge trudge trudge slip trudge trudge trudge slip trudge: Albany blizzard
POEM: and so we say our goodbyes
On Sunday I’m moving from Albany, NY, to New York City. Today I started saying goodbye to my friends with a few little gatherings. Although Albany was the site of probably the darkest year or two of my life, I … Continue reading
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haiku (stone #43)
walking in the street cars passing too closely: icy sidewalks
POEM: old couple in the therapist’s elevator
I found this one in my notebook. I wrote it back in November after witnessing this scene. old couple in the therapist’s elevator she says “dirty rotten elevator” he doesn’t even sigh anymore just presses 2 puts his head down … Continue reading
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