William James McPhee
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of wool and ignoranceA Poem by William James McPheethey won't even stop and read what i have written... as if the problems of the world do not concern them and their fanciful suits made of the.. |
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a worn heel to remember him byA Poem by William James McPheemy boot heel grinds the same corner of the cement step... both the step and the heel showing the age of my depression which often seats me out of.. |
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The Constipated Conspiracy TheoristA Poem by William James McPheei am a conspiracy theorist, because i see what others fail to… because of life-long worries and because of a heightened awareness. i kn.. |
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Righteous WavesA Poem by William James McPheeI saw a microwave waiting for the bus this morning. It sat squarely on the bench, considerately off to the side should any other appliances n.. |
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this salt or thatA Poem by William James McPheegoddamit i'm tired of wearing masks for the sake of living ... because i cannot afford food without a paycheck ... because i .. |
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without the judgement of shadowsA Poem by William James McPheemy pace is slow, though not so much as to imply i've doubts. i see the world differently... as though every breath is an opportunity... ins.. |
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two for flinchingA Poem by William James McPheethe shock of a memory should not cause you to flinch... visions which only you can see... hazed across the reality of the world which for a t.. |
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Doing Time With JesusA Story by William James McPheeThe cell is thirteen and a half by eleven feet. The floor is dirt, and on the really cold mornings last March, i remember being able to see frost on t.. |
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the king and iA Poem by William James McPheeP-K4 (let’s never speak of this) I haven’t spoken to him in twenty years. He must be old now (as I believe I will be soon). He ta.. |
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my new umbrellaA Poem by William James McPheea strong wind curls up under my umbrella like a drunken b*****d reaching under a woman’s skirt, and without permission, tears it ins.. |
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