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  • Younger

    I had a dream where you kept getting younger. First, you were in a nursing home, old and very thin, but trying to maintain your independence, unlike all the others. “Let’s go,” I said. “Let’s get out of here. This… Continue reading

  • Exorcism

    Former Catholics are known to keep some of the habits they had learned. The rituals and hand movements. The pressing of the hands together when praying. Even Father O’Sheen had said this. “Many still retain the idiosyncrasies of the Church.”… Continue reading

  • Pariah

    It was at that precise moment When he stood alone facing the eye of the storm That he completely understood Why everything had gone wrong Having no more questions for God because he knew now that he was a pariah… Continue reading

  • Spilled Milk

    I wrote a poem backwards. In it I donned a hat Before putting on my pants. Poured milk on the floor Because the bowl was still in the cupboard. Instead of leaving for work I was asking: “Where’s supper?“ Time… Continue reading

  • Grave Diggers

    A few centuries ago They feared burying the not dead People were hired to spend two nights in the cemetery Holding a long piece of string The other end was tied to the finger of the supposedly dead person If… Continue reading

  • Tenement Dwellers

    A cup of coffee? No? Why not?  You do not like my hospitality?Kind madam, the coffee has congealed inside the percolator. I do not want pond scum.What do you know about the bottom of a pond? Have you ever eaten… Continue reading

  • Morning Hysteria

    I heard a deafening roar What sounded like an earthquake erupting out from under the ocean A massive tsunami  Threatening to outrun and overwhelm me and everything in its path I could feel the gravity The violence The power of… Continue reading

  • Preacher Man

    When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up? I heard a man preach once There was fire in his spirit In his eyes and in his voice It was something magical to see He… Continue reading

  • Rising

    Rising minutes before the sun I never do I am awake long before Which is why I miss every sunrise —- Photo by Jonathan Petersson: https://www.pexels.com Continue reading

  • Painting My Memories

    “Do you remember?” And off we go To a world and time that no longer exists. You drizzle and drip colors as if they were condiments  And the memory was bread Lavishly spreading on lots of crimson and amber Every… Continue reading

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