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Ex-Communications

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

Listen, it’s almosta given, she’ll call --usually around 3 a.m.when you’re deadto the world, orlocked inside the bathroom,counting h..

Southbound Somewhere Sunny Day

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

Blue sky above me, gray days in the wake.A mockingbird perched in an old poplar treewhistles good morning. When I wave she fliesoff south, and I follo..

Toon Town Blues

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

More to the point, a little less direct,the vacant sign in the window fairly shouts:get off the sidewalk, this pavement’s been preservedfor the ..

Sneezing in Patagonia

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

'new title, final revisions for one of the cornerstones of the upcoming collection. A sneak peak as it where.'

Dear Abby, My Father, and John Prine

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

My father had a thing for Dear Abby:she gave the damnedest advice,but mad people needed someone to listen …When I played Dear Abbyhe instantly ..

Taps

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

A momentary lapse of reasoning, synaptic shuffle,recalibration of the senses -- call it whatyou will, this black hole of being usedup, broken downto t..

Chastity

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

What did you think would happen: onceyou left her unencryptedpassword open to every young turkin search of an oasis? Boys,being boys, can’t help..

Which Way to Kansas?

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

"what happens when you mix John Prine and Scotch"

After Okunoshima

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

The yearly dues are manageable, far lessexorbitant than the annual shiftingof domiciles; I once considered the priceof a cage …Though this is n..

My Advice

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

A leg up and I am off andsomehow in alignment. The invitation tolinger a little no longer hingeson whether my morning has had a black-coffee bounce or..