we gently break their beacons from our ankles / caress the skin where now the signals stop.
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Category: Poetry
Chicago, / I’ll stick around as long as you’ll take me or leave me.
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Every day their breath brushes back and forth / like wind erosion over the etched inscriptions / that say our veterans are our heroes.
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Sunbeams drop and scatter / like shrapnel across bald pavingstones asizzle / in the dust of your passing.
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How could / the hand’s reflexive twitch undo centuries of survival? / Something as simple as an approaching outlier of thunder / cause devastation to a thing come so far?
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On our / walk the hound and I / noted something fecund.
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What are the whereabouts of this babble of tongues, / this suicide flight of words, / this hermit-crab that is my story? (poetry)
several layers of antagonism stare at us / amidst a squabbling paradox or cannibalism.
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“The great achievement of Cracked Piano is that its poems present psychological pictures of a person in loneliness,” writes reviewer John Zheng. (poetry reviews)
