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Bards & Other Liars

Do characters in literature recognize when their chapter has come to an end? Once upon a time I thought I wanted to tell stories. This morning I sit looking out my window at rain-slick Troost Avenue cutting northward through the … Continue reading

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Treated This A’Way

Saturday was moving day. Saturday it snowed. Monday night five tornadoes tore through the metro. Wednesday we were outside in shirtsleeves. But it snowed Saturday. Such is March in Missouri. I had reserved a truck to move my worldlies from … Continue reading

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A Date With Phoinix

There’s no Triumphal Entry this year No Blessed is he who comes no Hal A. Lou No palms up fist bump making fronds And influencing people on the Way No name and claim no shift the blame And certainly no … Continue reading

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Deconstructing Mark

I heard Irish pipes a’playin’ Lilting some distant where behind me A little Pan Pipe trill A simple melody That flipped the switch On some Imagination Projector Running reels of 16mm Celluloid Reality Clickity-clackity Off the reel Behind the lens … Continue reading

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A Train to Cry

Like a suture scar across the earth’s skin a jagged cut starts northwest of my neighborhood and tears across the landscape. It passes north of me, then slightly to the east it cuts south, running about a mile before cutting … Continue reading

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MetaGainst

If you put your metaphor on And wear it like a Lycra® … Glove Until its mind is your mind— And vice versa— And it seems the most Natural Thing in the World … Kill it. Toss the biggest rock … Continue reading

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Happiness

Felicity sat On the Bus Stop bench, Old newspapers Whipping at her feet, Fingers flying Over touch screen keys: Texting each Of her 5000 friends when A toothless derelect approached And thrust forth fingerless gloves In spare change supplication. Felicity … Continue reading

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