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*** A mind is wind lifted. The hawk circles. Mindful lives below remain hidden,for now, not forever. Pati..

*** I didn’t nick a vein. I sliced open a coronary artery. Writing hurts, it makes hearts ache, if you do it justice..

*** Painted blue and white, the Pepsi sign hung out front for more than 50 years. Like every day at 9:00 am, Julia opened her bake..

*** When it comes to making choices that have an affect on my life, I prefer evidence to best guesses. Anecdotes ..

The challenge was to find two random and unrelated news items and create a poem that uses both.

*** My wings I hide; I am the angel of death dressed in camouflage; doe scent masks my murderous intent, waiting for the innoce..

*** The end of supper suggests sampling a sugared sweetness, trapping bits in enameled crevices between teeth where the..

*** (borrowed lines from D.H. Lawrence) Wrestling all night with an angel isn’t a big deal - try trying to track the ..

*** The curtain is still closed but the oboe’s moan ignites the house lights. They glow and grow brighter with the orc..

*** The book’s title is The Giant Book of Poetry: Does that mean the book is big or that a Giant wrote it? I can’t..