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I don’t see color

I don’t see color they say but I do, we are no stewpot where everything simmers to a bland monotone as if a melting pot is a goal not an impossibility– for every us there is a them I don’t … Continue reading

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Full strawberry moon

A day named this on my calender ought to be heady, sweet round with the promise of summer & growing things Not this bitter harvest of a seed pressed deep in new world dirt 500 years ago but we must … Continue reading

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This is not why we are born

This is not why we are born, So that our deaths and the men that make then can become the next step in the social medialization of outrage, the emoji tears for a murder scattered in bytes and not sliding … Continue reading

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Base economy

The food pantry is out of rice but has plenty of boxed potatoes leaving room for barter a base economy of beef stew traded for tomato soup or egg noodles for rice Me?¬† I wanna be base-less and free of … Continue reading

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Kummerspeck

They call it grief bacon that cushion of extra tasty layered over pain It is not delicious? Nothing sweeter than old tears lacing chocolate.

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today daylight

today daylight increments smaller than hope (that bitch knows we have ahead of us a season of ice short days blue shadows angled light but I’ll gladly add the seconds to an appreciable difference) time is like that a change … Continue reading

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Lackawanna, burning

Bethlehem is burning it must be a metaphor for this city this life this politics sending ash into eyes almost like ¬†smoke other older factories striped into sky at scheduled intervals but this black startles seen from my ridge 20 … Continue reading

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