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another apocalypse poem (balloons)

I am letting time slip uncharted, minnows too small for this net to catch, but still nibbling my fingertips and gone disinterested in bait and the missed minutes fizzing and foaming up like bubbles in champagne add up to one more day … Continue reading

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all answers were questioned

it is time to question all the answers that just drop into palms like peaches, ripe heavy, round sweetly complacent nothing comes this easy– nothing true, anyway like how this silence presses past why and moves into deep losing of what … Continue reading

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safe

there are many ways to it that safe spot in the yard the oak, thicker than my mother’s waist touching it means game over before another round and I have been it, circling and chasing prey that laughs but no … Continue reading

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a dangerous passivity

he wants to talk morality and choice as if they are pieces in some celestial chess game, with us the pawns prepainted shades that place us into set squares at the start predestined or already damned or sails, empty and … Continue reading

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killing god

God is easy when we use Him to explain what’s wrong here we love putting words in His mouth to suit our politics and explain prejudice but if He  spoke, just spoke to us about how we are the problem … Continue reading

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there is no why, only is

there are no easy answers but who is asking– when no one is blamed but the shooter we can arm or disarm we can reify & never rectify the flaw in the machine it’s not the absence of God in our schools– … Continue reading

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Never taken (economics of loss)

lives can be stolen, sure & early but no one loved is ever taken from us, really when flesh is gone we carry them, daily in our pockets & they are never spent memory is the only currency I value– … Continue reading

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