WOLF MOON

WOLF MOON

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Shame On You

Shame On You

“Drunk. Hot. Easy. A cocktease….“ No. Fuck that. Fuck them. Do not bathe in the steam rising off sordid pools they lured you into, those filled with twisted recollections of reality. Coveting your butterfly touch and those sexy, soft eyes as…

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The Queen of Solar Punk

The Queen of Solar Punk

He took a picture with a camera, of all things. That was your first clue the man was an artiste. Said he wanted a machine not with memory but the temporary imprint of film, a fleeting preoccupation. He called you a concept…

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Tuning the Guitar

Tuning the Guitar

Music enters my dream. It is distant, indistinct. Then, I am awake. I can still hear it. A guitar, one note over and over but changing. It is the middle of the night. I keep my eyes closed, trying to hold…

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Being Her Shadow

Being Her Shadow

Always I am with her every step I tag along attempt to let her know she’s not alone but a smile does not greet me when I appear around her only a sadness I can’t reverse for her as I put…

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Floating on Tires

Floating on Tires

I lost my shoes in Ecuador. But I lost Da’uud in the swamp. I remember how his long lashes blinked back dampness the day we were married, his borrowed clothes pressed, his hair too closely trimmed, everything scrubbed till it shone.…

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Prairie Sky

Prairie Sky

In the morning She yawns and stretches With dancing eyes Repossesses Sunlight spilling Through a battered blind Diamond set And still in time Her legs unfold Intertwine The horizon lying Distant in the past As far as the soul can see…

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Ménage à trois

Ménage à trois

My features, they betray me with their inside joke, my identity comprised of an awkward three-some. But when I’m drunk, so I’ve heard, the southern drawl spills out like molasses. I’ve lived my life as a chameleon, camouflaging into the background,…

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