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Total Love

Tired Withering Dark olive skin resting on the soft embrace of light blue shirt, like weary Atlas leaning against hospitable skies momentarily. And then those chestnut punctuations…

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To Die at Appomattox

On the removal of the Confederate Memorial at Arlington National Cemetery   The compromise has been forsaken. She was lifted from the pedestal As an airbus smeared…

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(flori)cartograph

Would that I but had a garden Wherein which I could tend the soil, And stand watch like patient warden Over the seedlings as they grow. What…

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Now I See

They talked about me as I sat there, Black jokes and regrets of my existence, I felt how they would grimace, point and stare, While I tried…

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Bleeding Woman

Shame trickling down from between my legs, Walking impurity stirring disgust, Doctors have just left me to my last dregs, My money spent with almost all my…

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Leper

Leper! A stalking curse upon all eyes, That used to be a human being, Now walks for all to stare at and despise, A sponge for loathing…

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Communion of Roosters

Sat in the hen-house, The rooster clucks, Prior to his fulfillment of Prime “Have you ever thought about “cock-a-doodle-doo?” Saith one rooster ponderously. “How my call beckons…

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Deliverance

Splinters of broken thought piercing my skin, Demons dancing in my head, calling names, Sharp-toothed parasites wearing me thin, Gashing into my flesh with stone that maims…

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B Western

Tell-tale signs, good omens once, now crumble to coincidence. The crippled old-timer, propping up the bar in Nazareth (rank sawdust, stained spittoon), leered, claimed to recognise the…

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Zacchaeus

Squeezing blood from stone was my employment, Collecting Rome’s taxes from grudging hands, Grinding men’s faces for my enjoyment, As their women cried at my demands. Things…

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Wild Geese Calling

In the rhythm of the current, cool against my feet descending into deeper pools, the calls of wild geese snatch up my attention. My vision is arrested…

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Faerie Rings

I. Child Spring An impish lad. At first, he’s shy. Leaves little flowers on the lawn for bees to find and make the honey rise with the…

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