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A Final Severance

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

Perpendicular, stretching out the neck to right angle -- some swear, just before the shuddering axe of a conclusion came crashing down ..

The Poet at 60

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

The urge to set down grows starker with every straying letter -- syllable spilled from the inkwell -- my senses stirred by a penultimate th..

So Many Aprils

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

Unseasonably seasonable, April stirs memories of better-forgotten days, long ago temptations left to perish in the wake of settlements. ..

Poem

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

If I am circumspect, it is because I have been circumcised. Snipped, slashed, and lacerated. Circumscribed to fit the esthetic of a const..

A Graveside Observation

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

Let me be the first to say your choice of cacti over roses is an inspiration to all the run-down lovers: every tom dick and harry. Whoeve..

My Morning Absolution

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

"a thorough rewrite of an earlier work"

Ovid's Oidium Repast

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

Danish anyone? Maybe a little mocha-d-shu to go with those melancholy kippers -- some sour grapes to twine around the fester of bei..

No Time For A Doubting Thomas

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

Getting out of bed in the morning, exercisingthe option on which foot slips firstinto the fuzzy fussiness of a day -- is a judgmentcall, recognition o..

What We Found in the Wake

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

While we slept, time swept on tides to nebulous shores, the senses lulled by tranquil plash of moonbeams -- the ovule of a question inched ..

Adam Smith For Dummies

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

Parsing pronouns, he she and it combined their wages and bought themselves a they. Now they toils day and night while he and she sit aroun..