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In
a smooth rounded vase, a half-dozen
salmonesque-colored
roses struggle
to
survive the cuts. They bloom hard,
a
mecha..
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My
first thought was to write about
school
shootings. But school shootings
are
so cliche. Mr. Brian, my teacher,
tau..
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Taunted
by the laughter of one lousy locomotive
as
it goes rolling past, (yes, I know, I should have
started
sooner, bu..
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For
the first five thousand words
I
lived in Oxford, England,
then
I moved on to the Orient
on
a sailing shi..
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Within that hardened core you
carry,
is
there not one shred of decency?
Nothing,
to you, is ever enough
to
mollify your censoriousness, yo..
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Thanks to Ken e Bujold for editing suggestions. Accepted for publication by San Antonio Review, 9-24924
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Larrup,
that wonderful southern word,
born more
than a hundred years ago,
a pair of syllables
that trav..
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When
in the middle of overwhelmed,
I’ll
dwell on the seashell, black-spotted,
and
coiled inside itself; it always
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