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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 […]

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Shakedown

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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 […]

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Baltimore flood

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

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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

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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

MY BLUE HEAVEN 2

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

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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

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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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Night Fires

fire engines whistles-lights-bells flashing red all over the night trip to rescue dampen contain this combustible fallen world this collapsed house of human endeavor this baying at the moon so much loss grief cannot contain the emptiness bursting exploding in the widow the widower the

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A Poem About Lost Friendship

She was lost and lonely and You found her   She was funny and spirited and You liked her   She was smart and witty and You smiled at her   She was awkward and loud but You befriended her   She

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An Announcement

Here I am Redundant, an Andy Warhol poster A few smears of new thought for variety   Here I am Gripping an iPod Pressing buttons Sitting on a sofa Cushion sliding out from under me As I replay

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