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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   […]

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A Poem About Lost Friendship

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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   […]

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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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Stand For Peace

Saturday You will hold a candle, Protect the flame with your palm. Some will carry signs, “Stand For Peace”; There will be song. I will search for my heart In my cluttered room, Windows closed, blinds drawn. I

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The Inner Harbor, Baltimore, January 8 a.m.

The dimpled water can’t decide On inscrutable green Or metallic gray.   The sky, a quilt of whites, grays, Patches of scudding charcoal sewn in, Sheds a few loose threads of snow That get entangled in

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Etudes without Piano

the reign in Spain drives me insane the moon jumped over the cow spilling milky light did you ever hop while swigging scotch or make a wry word while distilling whiskey or behead a French

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Emeryville Adventure

10 p.m. Emeryville, California Amtrak Station the city of Oz across the bay but why pass up a cab you have money enough money and there is always plastic to stretch your buying clout why pass up a cab and

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The Star

In the distance, behind a sign advertising 3,300 acres for lease, A steel mill is meeting what free market economists call Creative destruction. Two years after the shutdown, the searing pain of

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Red Dress

Every tree needs a red dress in autumn, a crisp fire-red, fashion statement at November’s Ball, a party in country fields fueled by apples, cold cider in cups.   Every woman owns at least one red

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Eulogy to abandonment

This poem is dedicated to those with borderline personality disorder. He was your love, your rock, your life's delight, And suddenly he'd left. What remained was the awful pain of your plight You

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I Think She’s Hot

If I wanted to meet someone beautiful, right away, I’d think she’s hot. If I wanted to meet someone sensual, right away, I’d think she’s hot. If I wanted to meet someone spiritual, right away, I’d

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