Ken e Bujold
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Falling From EdenA Poem by Ken e BujoldWho spoke the first truth before anyone knewfor certain it was in truth our first lie?Who looked to the sun and gleamed its circlecould be the yoke to.. |
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No Shirt, No Shoes, No ServiceA Poem by Ken e Bujold"the customer's always right" |
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What, We Can Only ImagineA Poem by Ken e BujoldAn hour out of Kingston he's run to ground. Hands up, gives up. The sweet scent of freedom betrayed by a hunger for getting back to old haunts. .. |
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A Poet, Dear GodA Story by Ken e BujoldA poet, Dear God...the words still sting so many generations later--to think I might have been chasing rainbows of ink all these years for not.. |
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Once There Was a DeathA Poem by Ken e BujoldOnce there was a death,somebody died. We all watchedthinking it might have beensomebody we knew. It wasn'tso nobody cried. It's his job,somebody told .. |
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The Old Oak, Last LightA Poem by Ken e BujoldLast light oak. A day swinging in the gathering windlike some lonesome cowpoke strung upfor lack of anything else to do.I sit on the shadowed porch, s.. |
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Vexatious MumblingsA Poem by Ken e Bujold"O' how long can we avoid the hard lash of revising?" |
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A Budding RomanceA Poem by Ken e BujoldI know my eyes have designs on the mailbox. My feet feel the tingle of arendezvous some time later this afternoon. Ken e Bujold &.. |
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Repurposing a StickA Poem by Ken e BujoldAn old stick picked up off a beach sanded down to a smooth- less artifact utilitarian tool to keep me upright. Ken e Bujold &cop.. |
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The Blue SnakeA Poem by Ken e BujoldLess than zero, dregs of a dead coffee added to a year's writing--not much worth salvaging. What's needed is action, some mind full direction.... |
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