Neo
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AmericanA Poem by NeoI bought comic books in the same drugstore as your children, celebrated the first man on the moon, while e.. |
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Sounds (I Am Trying to Sleep)A Poem by NeoThe door exploding out of its frame. Grocery bag crinkles that sound like a hurricane. A gunshot - or.. |
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StormA Poem by NeoI'm sitting in class when the lightning flashes. I instantly start counting heads, making sure all the boys are safe.I don't remember that they are at.. |
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Road to the WestA Poem by NeoA poem I wrote for my roommate. |
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ShrineA Poem by NeoAt the shrine of St. Francishe slips the ring on her first finger -a memory, not a promise.He shoulders his backpack,returns to his home in the snow.S.. |
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After I Am GoneA Poem by NeoAfter I am gone he’ll sit there on a Sunday night, controller in hand, wondering which games he can play tha.. |
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