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Category Archives: Creative Writing
spring flingin’
This is just to say that I am in the back yard there’s a red breasted robin feeding 5 feet away, a woodpecker upside down at the same feeder and a burning red cardinal sitting not far above. Their songs … Continue reading
Posted in Creative Writing, Poem, poetry, Uncategorized, Writing
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i keep thinking that there’s this room i’m supposed to be in and it’s all white and glowing a little, and my gown is matching and my knees are up to my chest my head is shaven and my feet … Continue reading
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Heart in England
I had a heart when I was in England Heart in England, morning runs through cemeteries racing with Mary’s ghost, merging with the mist amongst the cenotaphs, vaporous fingers tracing ancient names on leaning tombstones, and tracing sweat along my … Continue reading
Eye Gaze Cannot Ignore (Arrows)
hell beach i am going to I am going beach to (you without)gathering seashells ‘n (wind sea chuckles) >>>this is where you are looking, not right, up to where i found the right spot for your eyeballs [icon insert here(?) … Continue reading
Just Some Time
Just some dumb counter encounter, me and my old doppelganger, dusty old man, wry eyed in the mirror, wishing the kale juice was something higher test. Gotta flush those toxins, baby, gotta pretend the last decade didn’t happen. There’s that kid, … Continue reading
Posted in Age, Aging, Creative Writing, Poem, poetry
Tagged Age, creative writing, poem, poetry
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Lost Maps
…as a child, the sun on my cheeks, warm grass under bare feet, running up green, undulating hills, rolling down their far sides. Our laughter. Blue sky, wheeling birds, puffs of clouds, cotton wisps, kite scudding below. Thinking “This. This, … Continue reading
Russia Idyll
A Russian summer, nostalgic and dreamy, textured and spare, Bunin’s landscape and lovers under the sun, in sunflower fields, awaiting inevitable snow… awaiting, perhaps, the exile’s return from Paris, from Nobel, like Gorky, poor Gorky, the dead son, the shuttered … Continue reading
Posted in Creative Writing, Poem, poetry, Russia
Tagged Andrey Anokhin, Bunin, Gorky, poem, poetry
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