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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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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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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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