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Category Archives: My Poetry
The Nothing That Happens
Late at night, her grandmother’s house, by her grandmother I mean some lady not quite 60 at the time who was raising her, providing a room, a bed, a place to sleep since her mother dropped her off and ran … Continue reading
Sofa King
The City of Ann Arbor issued a citation forcing us to remove the couch from the front porch and to clean the debris and junk strewn around the yard. This was the summer we rented a bush hog and mowed … Continue reading
Manifest
She sat in shadows. We talked about violins. The night was heavy and sweet and tasted of blancmange. I needed her touch and so I touched. Then her bracelet fell off in the japonicas and, when I searched in the … Continue reading
Tyrants
My vision gets blurry. I find and wear my bifocals. My vision remains blurry. I clean the lenses with alcohol wipes. Everything I see blurs. I am surrounded by teenagers. They walk past without a glance. Some skateboard and stop … Continue reading
Treachery
The morning rays to an insomniac’s eyes, the way shot glasses seem so small, how bankers, landlords, insurance companies scheme to obtain all tax refunds, the bi-weekly pay period, hard on the 15th and the 30th of the month, days … Continue reading
Early December
A conflict of emotions, early December, I’ve been gone from home so long. I was that guy, that single and ugly guy at work who covered the Holidays for the family man. My job as the per diem part-time worker … Continue reading
Pleiades
Her plea traveled through the microwave spectrum, please take care of your health, please make your health your next concern. And I could hear her promise of salty soups and sorted salads weaving through the eaves. I search for my … Continue reading
208 Cubic Ft.
The unenviable task of reassessing a life and selecting with bitter discretion what part to throw away, which parts to keep, no guarantees. I mean I can look at a writing desk. I can say this writing desk is a … Continue reading
Gone in 30 Days
All of this, gone in 30 days. Both futons, the tables, all the furniture, gone in 30 days. Bespectacled, walking around looking at books perched in the tall bookcases, water freezing in the shape of ice cubes in the refrigerator, … Continue reading
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