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This is a sestina about the people I've known and the fond memories I have of them.

A "slurpee shack" cashier experiences the kidnapping of his little sister...

Could we lift time For each day foregone Every breath drawn As our lives sublime Away from mist malign Into the sweetening dawn From which..

(A villanelle)

Your darkness felt malignant each day Raining harsh needles with grey, Into souls once afraid. I then drowned in manmade pain Sought a breath..

In Memory of my Pap-Pap Hartmann. I love you.

I had loved you first And now I question Should I recant to, The tedious vow, Shattering right now In my merry parade, And my finite thi..

Tell me the truth, tell them the lie And tell me, please tell me How did you fall behind? Between makeshift curtains And blaring opaque force..