Family

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Hitting The Bottle

Hitting The Bottle

He killed his family when he stepped on the throttle.
It was because he couldn't stop hitting the...

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Innocently I asked

Innocently I asked

Innocently
I asked.

A door opens,
recklessly revealing
old life.

It...

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Corn tales

Pic= a pillar dedicated to Bona Dea (The Good Goddess aka The...

Corn tales

Fertile
these wide lands
lay waiting.

Wind and water
made the corn be
...

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Lita

Death is a given but the life left to live will be lived to the fullest I've had sleepless nights filled...

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SONNET ZERO

Finally Finished: Draft #11: July 31, 2021: 6:00 AM

SONNET ZERO

He cherished work, and football, God and mind.
She welcomed family life and all the work.
He...

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The Fisherman

warrior’s skin, hair grey and black beneath his palm straw hat,
he walks along the railroad tracks,...

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for my mom, who loved drugs...

staring at the woman
who once i called mom,
grasping onto her broken smile
searching...

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Three Wishes

Three Wishes

I told the genie that I wanted to see my parents
and two brothers who had died, he said it would be...

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Grand Pa Tucker

Grand Pa Tucker

I think
it was
interwoven

my thoughts
your thoughts

the breath
...

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Not Measuring Up

Not Measuring Up

I never measured
up
to what I should
have
been

I never measured
...

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the cocoon of your hands

the cocoon of your hands

many good things
can grow in a vacuum
many good things
that can make us feel better...

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the law of love

(for my grandparents)

the law of love

love is easy
when all goes well, but
with doubts and discrepancies
adversities darken...

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On Call

SDS

On Call

Split the Family,
Destroy the known u n i v e r s e !
Satan is on call.

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Catch

Catch

My relationship with my parents is a game of catch.
When I was small I would run up to them with a...

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These two sides

These two sides

Here they sit,
these two sides,
opposite each other,
ever meeting for peace talks...

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The Perfect Lake

Growing up I was always around water the beauty of nature
My father would rent a log cabin each year...