Ken e Bujold
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Chinatown Sunday MorningA Poem by Ken e Bujold'feels good to exercise the ghosts, now and then' |
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The CrookedA Poem by Ken e Bujold"written with my friend Stuart in mind" |
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Hard TimesA Poem by Ken e BujoldWaiting on the lightat Seymour and Drake a fair weather lady asks, “what I need?” Fifty bucks... hell, back in the day,I'd ha.. |
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Cambie RecollectedA Poem by Ken e BujoldJust two daysall I need to see the shiny peoplehaven't changed much since I went away. They've been busythese monument makers erecting mirrorsm.. |
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Who Had Who WhenA Poem by Ken e BujoldIt wasn't so much the questionsI asked then: who had had who whenseemed obvious enough. At thirteenhistory needed meat on the bones. Like a ch.. |
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The Sailor's SongA Poem by Ken e Bujold"can be read as a companion to The Seafarer" |
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The Peach PreservistA Poem by Ken e Bujold"a true story, happening right now while you are reading" |
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Singapura, Riding the TigerA Poem by Ken e BujoldTwo sheets to the wind, one irateauntie in hot pursuitflip flops across the parkadeoblivious tothe noon-tide gaggle of teensuploading her stormy di.. |
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AkimboA Poem by Ken e BujoldI am winging to youthrough space perhaps too smallto hold the bull rushof my mercurial moods: Time is akimboheat bent through the prism of.. |
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Sitting at the Feet of EzraA Poem by Ken e Bujold"Finally finished today" |