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Fable

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

Now, so they say,the future isabout us;the end of historyhas been writtenwith an indelible ink,the brave new scriptof Supermen;we can closethe ancient..

Spill Through Me

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

been reading Pound

Life Inside the Box

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

An old trunk’s ticklefills the attic -- sensesof a life’s dry rot --documents to somefar-flung time.What lies awaitan unpacking,truths to ..

The Landscape of Three Small Words

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

It was never my intention to stay, commitment being a masturbatory condition I refrained from--a religious holdover from all my year..

An Off Note

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

A crumbling chordthreatens to breakthe tidy accord we madeto keep things harmonious.The angry craw of a crowchasing off the unkindraven circlingthe vu..

St. Jules

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

Here, where the river divides,at the foot of a mountain,where the seed first took root,I come in search of answers.If, as they say,an apple never fall..

To All The Girls I Loved

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

The girls I loved were gritty. Gravel Mollsquarried from hard-scrabble fathers weddedto bedside shotguns: freckled angelswho put out under the stands ..

Love Will Tear Us Apart

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

I've lived in the suburbs of my imaginationso long, I've almost forgotten how to hunt--the grim necessities of making doas natural as the drawing in o..

Come Here Baby, Be My Baby

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

"Title borrowed from the great Maya Angelou"

In the End

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

Autumn, againremains of all I've left behindthis year: a decademy sixth, finds metidying ledgerssifting through leavesthe shallow graves of old friend..