Category: Poetry
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And I Will Rise–
I, asshole, kissing with a bloody nose or split-lip or vomit-mouthed, in the middle of the game, in bookstores and in weddings, embarrassing everyone.
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Try
But for all these things, let me say thatI did.I wanted to be someone. That goes on for a while. As well asthe parts you saw. And my hearthas borne me places strange but also trite,like this cafe where I sit and writemy silly words. But at least withoutwaiting for some pretty girl to fall…
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The MEG
Who IS this dude?
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The Story He Told
She came against his will, knocking on the door after the last bus back to Seoul had already left.
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All That You Could Ever Say
Why should it be so difficult to tell some passing stranger that you aren’t angry anymore?
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Hunch
Tik Tok will murder poetry. This much is obvious. For the moment, we may all still cry in a witless harmony, that does not hear for its preoccupation with speaking, Here! Here is my stupid, illiterate heart! Make of it what you will. But what comes after all that? Will digital bodies still hunger for…
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Religious Experience
You never really knew what you would get back then
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Welcome
It has taken me this long because it was not always my choice to make.
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A Misreading of “Fast Car”
but I remember when she was like the hand of God, pulling us from the wreckage of our parent’s lives, pulling us into wisdom.
The Barking Years 