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The workshop is full of the unrepaired. Peanut butter jars packed with buttons Succumb to the dementia of disuse. Toothless shirts flap ..

Punxsutawney Phil fears his shadow As much as I do, but every winter Morning is Groundhog Day for me. I don’t know how to accept ..

I hear my baby teeth chattering In my grandmother’s cabinet of curiosities. They search for an empty set of gums to cement ..

I catalogue caricatures of your body when Everything is dark side of the moon and starry night. I track your snow angels like mile ..

If Van Gogh had the breath to paint The dawning of this day, he’d name it A morning in the wilderness of manhood. The lands..

Gently sloping hill polished Smooth by the nor’easter That became a blizzard. A boy’s face before manhood’s Ba..

Santa -- please save a space in your Sleigh for a few spare lumps of coal. In a town of coal miners daughters, I’m the child withou..

For TS and RZ

There is an orphanage in purgatory Full of the unborn children I never Had the chance to baptize with my wife. I wear transparent I...

I ride the pine in the dugout At the little league field In front of the public library. The sun crouches behind home plate Li..