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Sanibel

The evening before, sands were a flea market. Bronze pen shells, necklaces of barnacles, Purple urchins, mottled purse crabs, spotted like the barrels of paint horses, ivory bivalves picked clean as steamers after the feast. Shoppers everywhere, shorts and sandals. […]

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The evening before, sands were a flea market. Bronze pen shells, necklaces of barnacles, Purple urchins, mottled purse crabs, spotted like the barrels of paint horses, ivory bivalves picked clean as steamers after the feast. Shoppers everywhere, shorts and sandals. […]

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West of the Park

West of the Park I grew up in DC on the other side of 16th Street in Rock Creek Park. I was lucky to be born on the ‘right side’ of 16th Street. That was

Just Balloons On A Bridge

It will be a hot night; They all are in August On the West Baltimore streets. Where people die and rats live. The sun is setting; Reds and deep purples Like a Ravens jersey painted

Shakedown

Same guy, ponytail now gray, still strong, enduring as the word, scrappy. Larry the legend, busted ass, eight hours in the mill, then, on sweltering afternoons, hammered shingles onto steep roofs, hit the bar at nightfall, sucked down a few beers, did

Baltimore: The Never Ending Storm

Thunder in Baltimore, The storm floats in Like the cruise ships at the inner harbor. Rain follows thunder Even as lightning precedes it. But the downpour will not end the reign of heat. Hot nights

The Extroverted Introvert

hours of unhappiness imbuing the words I find on the sidewalk on walls on the fuzzy writing on the face of the moon with some great Shakespearean empyrean importance while in truth what we have

TV Poem

TV Poem political dishwater thrown from the TV all of us covered with debris smelling of someone else's point of view I'd take my shoe to the screen but I want to see NCIS I guess get a

RESURRECTION

For Larry Yeatman I was walking Larry out my back door to his old Buick and there— in my drive— was a speckled woodpecker laying on its side, to all appearances, dead. Larry bent closer, but then jumped back and

Raptors

Even toward its center, the lake is growing shallow, farmland it had mercilessly flooded now fighting back, rebellion stoked by the runoffs from its cousins still under plow. Suddenly, my kayak slips

The Lost Prentice: Chapter 4

Editor’s Note: This is the fourth chapter of The Lost Prentice, an online serial novel exclusively on the Baltimore Post-Examiner. If you missed the previous chapter, please read it before starting this latest

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