Category Archives: My Poetry

Found Not Lost

I would walk a mile for a Camel. I found mint in my menthol shaving cream. Up, up, and away with TWA, you’re living in the Golden Age of Schlitz. Winston tastes good like a cigarette should. You can’t take … Continue reading

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The Gaslighter

I was always misplacing my keys. She was always finding them and then would scold me for being absentminded. I would put away the dishes but could never find my cereal bowl or the small paring knife. What happened to … Continue reading

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Minnesota Multiphasic Personality Index

SCALE 1- Hypochondriasis At some point I tripped while climbing to the top of the waterfall from where I planned to jump. My finger slipped on the trigger before I had a chance to open up my mouth. I lost … Continue reading

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The Diabetic Elegiac

ONE morning, at the beginning of your end, step on a scale and the numbers blend all the way to the right. All of your pants are tight. A rash develops across your chest and up along your neck. You … Continue reading

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Reverb

Chenille skull above cordovan squint, furtive, suspicious of the trim, I stop along the arborvitae, contemplate the dahlias all in a line, aligned. The hairdresser, a friseur, plucks at my curls absentmindedly. “Such a shame,” she says to herself. “Because … Continue reading

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Just Another Lazy Excuse for the Hardships of Life

The first year after the amputation, I was despondent and ashamed and I simply told people I lost my leg fighting in Afghanistan. But then that explanation led to more questions and more lies and people wanted to drive me … Continue reading

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Inglewood Cacophony

Inglewood Cacophony (For Eric Lawson) First the dogs erupt in a flurry of barks and howls followed by the Doppler effect of emergency sirens, then a policeman through a megaphone orders someone to get out of a car and orders … Continue reading

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Merry Christmas, Mr. Hemingway

This poem was originally published and featured by Rick Lupert in the Poetry Superhighway website and then consequently in my second book, LONG. I try to repost and reprint the poem every year at around this time. Enjoy. – Angel … Continue reading

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T.C.

You thought maturity was strength disguised watching amber walls. You thought happiness was endless chatter. You thought success entailed your cult of personality over ingrained traditions, money and charm were party favors, Indian gifts, bait. And you knew the terrors … Continue reading

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Pincher (Immanentize the Eschaton)

(The following story is a work of fiction.) From the Australian Capital Government Territory and Municipal Services, hereinafter referred to as TAMS, the following is a condensed and preliminary incident report deferred over to law enforcement. The incident took place … Continue reading

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