| Date |
Title |
Content |
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Wintered Bulbs |
The stretch of new leaves
from memory and... |
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Looks Like a Crown Roast to Me |
Sorry, just not a ballet kind of guy
blame... |
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Escape |
Escape
She had made herself difficult... |
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What Snake? |
Apples are always
best in... |
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No Sole |
No fish market here
no squid, no sole, no... |
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First Time |
First time visitor
might choose a shark... |
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Pols |
The politicians say
oh, I'll do it your... |
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deep sky |
Under the deep sky
we plow such shallow... |
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Expectations of Success |
Having lived most of a life in... |
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A Lot of Sky |
It takes a lot of sky
to support the flat... |
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The Focus - revised version |
Who or what was it, buried in the... |
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The Focus |
Who was it, buried in the orchard
where... |
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Winter Apples |
Robins, mewing migrating Gray Catbirds... |
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precisely elusive magic, or, the arc of hope |
We know exactly where it is
at 42 degrees... |
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Little Man in Red |
What could be truer
than a rainbow's pot... |
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Why The Exposure Must Be Made |
Why The Exposure Must Be Made
The... |
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Dreams |
Dreams
He will dream on
who might be... |
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bee |
Little bee settles
in what seems like a... |
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the lone white dove |
All are compelled to return
as if... |
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job's evil dreams |
I would give away my dreams
if I... |
|
(untold) |
-scape
There were surfaces
smooth... |
|
(as days pass - 2) |
True Colors
Stained as... |
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(as days pass) |
Torment
Pain without remission
when... |
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The Pathway of Space |
Curious this fear
or this... |
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two steps |
Teetered on the edge
confused in knowing... |
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linger |
Miniature man lingers
at miniature... |
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Shut Down Hair Shop |
The barber shop was never a pleasant... |
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Lucille's part time job at the former asylum |
1 PM sharp by the clock
and the... |
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The Brightness |
The Brightness
We are all blind
in... |
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If it were stained glass |
If it were stained glass
I don't know... |
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Post Mythology |
there really are dragons
I tell you
and... |
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Execution |
My town
why did he choose... |
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Reflection |
Reflection
oil
black oil... |
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Only One |
Likely a good thing
there was only one... |
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On the Surface |
He looks long and steadily
breathes... |
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naked haiku |
Awaken naked
on a washed cobblestone... |
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Their Cold Reality |
what might they be thinking
with such... |
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before long |
litter
that's all it is
litter warmed for... |
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The Gate |
The Gate
The poisons of... |
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Many Leaves |
many leaves tumble down the well
gently... |
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A Touch of Cobalt Blue |
In days of furs
and feather plumes
of... |
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The relentless futility of the real |
All of those days
primping and... |
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The Scream |
Obviously we are not related
your bones... |
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Frieda |
Finally you have
revealed your innermost... |
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Too Late |
Two old bicycles
in one neglected... |
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Sisters |
Dank corner
in the hillside... |
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Crests |
I haven't been counting, have you
the... |
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The Odd Door |
It has the eye and the finger of old... |
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Love in a room |
It died here
within this room of deep and... |
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certain mountains |
picture mountains
just a few
with old... |
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Reflectivity |
Water is soft
or hard
depending on... |
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Gone . . . revisited |
Gone But Not Forgotten
on death row
in... |
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Gone But Not Forgotten |
on death row
in solitary, more or... |
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The Expert |
The Expert
Stashed away somewhere in... |
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distilled spirits |
Distilled spirits
------- and... |
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flames |
Gold, the richest of colors
metal, deeds,... |
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Division Street |
Split neatly in half by a lamp pole and... |
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Inattentive Strolling |
Who or what is it that each of that couple... |
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there is always an error |
nowhere left to go
the perfect day... |
|
except for a shadow |
The invisible exists!
Odd how that... |
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As the light fades As my eyes close |
Crisp and clear
no muddy waters
no... |
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boat |
At the high of noon
the emptiness in... |
|
shed light |
shed light
he said
and I thought he... |
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long nights |
After the long nights
more light in... |
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extravagance |
With growth untethered
believing there... |
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bird's brain |
From little bird's brain
spring song in... |
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soon out |
Her light will soon out
and take her... |
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cold lake |
Found deep in cold lakes
only one tenth... |
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Stolen |
Stolen
(Steal the lights!)
I know it's... |
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shift |
In the winter of this evening
a burning... |
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Ella's Red Hair |
She sold it once
gave it actually
a... |
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30 year old fetus |
About to be reborn
New world
Professional... |
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milepost # 99 |
At the door to room 14
the Sunset Motel
he... |
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Gusts to 45 |
Pungent
and smoky gray
reflects over... |
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Sce |
Black screen
Black scene
Black... |
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The Shell |
She listens through
an ocean of space
in... |
|
from within a darkness |
Blind
Shafted here and there
rays of... |
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Miss Black |
I know this Miss Black
She dwells in depths... |
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bath |
Eight robins drinking
red leaves falling,... |
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India |
a fitting end
a dead end
for all the... |
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crosses in green |
why the order
the white simplicity
what... |
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one more |
It's 1 AM and
a tension defying... |
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mug shot |
Say a mug like this
ran for office this... |
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As sandwich |
What kind would you like to be?
Black... |
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Hand me a cold one |
You never handed me grillers
with nails... |
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Snap |
More ephemeral than life
it cannot be... |
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Louis, where have you gone? |
The Great Rift Valley
he called it in... |
|
the morning after |
Was it a monster
freezing her waking... |
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Twisted |
Try The Thinker's pose.
Comfortable?
I'll... |
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spring into summer |
spring into summer
a winter planted... |
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Scent |
Scent
She is preparing for you
there... |
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Craves |
Huddled on a lee shore
a keeper of dry wood... |
|
supportive in my lack of it |
Like fluid sleep
in the density of its... |
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up and running |
So i was sitting on my ol blue couch,... |
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The Check |
. . . is in the mail
Easy for you to... |
|
limerick |
I ate an oyster from that bucket
it... |
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Looking back into John Locke's eyes |
is this how one begins to search to find to... |
|
like crescent moons |
like crescent moons
new
the eyes... |
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truth growing up |
inevitable
what happens when
the... |
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the curve |
from down here
it appears
he is about... |
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robes |
hey, in the bleachers
ya, y'all in the... |
|
the pair of them |
look, they are leaving
in that large... |
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up? |
with challenges great
and hopes held high... |
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The North Face |
the north face
dimmest of all
in soft... |
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hidden by the llight |
prefectly grey
a compromise
between the... |
|
beads of light - strings attached |
Fluorescent pearls
some secret sea
lure... |
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eleven/eleven |
“Free breakfast for Vets”
at the HyVee... |
|
local color . . . |
If he paints his pickup
the very same... |
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It was always an oak |
It was always an oak
with low... |
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Second thoughts on the way to Bozeman |
She leaves him on the Madison
obsessed with... |
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The Horse |
The Horse
By choice I think
I would... |
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boxes, sharp cornered boxes |
we are... |
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seven |
. . . can't pass this up . . .
Seven... |
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at your foot |
at your foot
emptied... |
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shapes |
I ordered a scotch
with a little bit of... |
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The moment |
unprepared
for infinity
the coming or the... |
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fitting link |
for Thu., April... |
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Consternation |
Consternation
Such bowely... |
|
because it has become the heart of it |
Haiku Trio
1
Wintery April
Ice stays... |
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Pent Up |
I bought three pens today
black and white... |
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copper |
in a little wire
it passes by unseen
like... |
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The last privacy in which to hide |
Do not let your yellow show
Do not speak of... |
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footfall |
nearly shadowless
depth perception... |
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How would you like it? |
How much could you write
on that little... |
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Exposed |
Exposed Roots
Aged enough
erroded... |
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Royal Red |
To draw out the pulse of it
to innervate... |
