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Broadway Boogie Woogie

Rattling can clapping downTimes Square,the whole length of the islandrotted bare,the only raucous applause,a jackhammer affair. From the Avenue of the Americasno parades,Broadway’s been cut in halfthese days.billboards dangle,velvet stanchion frays,playbills clog gutters,the marques fade. Broadway Boogie Woogieno more,no neon lights,locked Backstage door;Will there be an encore? This piece was prepared for d’Verse’s Poetics Tuesday. […]

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Survival of the Silliest

Because we’ve neglected to get better, isn’t our generation far worse than its predecessors? It’s surely not survival of the fittest driving humankind’s existence like a bodybuilding, cross-fit marathon without end. No, buff bodies and battle-ax minds are often the first casualties of wars, diseases, and famines. Bright flames make the biggest targets. I dare […]

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First Fizz

Swifter than eagles! Stronger than lions! What we just went through, a dance about to begin. A thing of beauty  is a joy forever, carbonated stuff  that tickles the noise. Grab a seat, hold on tight, I’m gonna really open  her up this time. Sarah is host for d’Verse’s Monday Quadrille inspired by the word […]

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Sitting at the Summit

Sitting at the summitat the end of it all,waiting in a cloud,a fancy shroud,to wrap me when I fall. Standing on the summit,listening for the call.The echoes won’t rebounda silenced sound;circles in a squall. Kneeling near the summit,my journey still feels raw;they said the air’d be clearer here,that faith would come to conquer fear,but every […]

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Trailer’d

I went from white womb to buttery rectangular living. A corn-colored carpet, below a honey countertop, with a cut glass ashtray like a hive, my mother’s flaxen fingernails tap, taps, tapping her smoke rising, garland around our Christmas tree. The multi-color lights blink, blinks, blinking behind tingly tinsel. Quiet evenings, my sister pull, pulls, pulling […]

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Quadrille #122 Do Not Pass Go

Do not pass Go.Head straight to jail;roll away the days in there.Grasp cold bars instead of hands.Consider the beauty of your view.Contemplate the joy of solitude,not the thickness of your bars,the partial view.Do not pass Go. This quadrille poem was prepared for d’Verse’s Quadrille #122 challenge Going, Going, Gone hosted by whimsygizmo. Join us!

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Hivers

Everyone my age ate the yellow vitamins. We had no choice. Our parents were told if they wanted us to survive they’d give them out. Now the nanos buzz in our brains like swarms of bees. We claw our own faces, dunk our heads in water, but nothing calms the insectual fury. We’re the lost generation […]

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Almighty Aviator

Crystal sea of glass;throne of the creator isan eagle in flight. He sees from greater heights. A span of centuries supported on strong legs. The ultra-violet lighthouse of flesh, calling out to be shred by a keratin katana of a beak. He is the hungry hunter amidst scampering strays. Find him a loyal mate, if […]

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