I Was the Family Dog

Golden fur, soft coat, chestnut eyes, winning yelp – I had it all going for me. A boy, a girl – what more could a dog ask? Plenty of belly rubs, fetch in the yard with the man, a walk every morning with the woman. The kids, they’d ride me like a horse! One would…

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The Drift

  I’ll explain it again: For a while when I got into trouble my father would make me sit in the little chair I kept next to my closet and count off all the wooden tiles that composed the floor of my bedroom and was told I couldn’t get up until I did. It wasn’t…

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Misstep

I’ve been watching you, bird’s-eye view, walking this forsaken street to god-knows-where, walking this crooked street on which sidewalk (northbound) I stand with my best impression of a dignified vertical erection. (As if this depressed neighborhood gives a damn. Except perhaps for the little children who benefit from the extra playing time, at dusk, that…

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Better Days

Far way back when sometime the soil was fertile and words were verdant, feelings limpid and young, everything every thing was in motion strolling sprinting skipping on its way to now, modern times make us rueful for when we were roofless steel grey sky plaster walls nothing, not even mold, grows –   it seems…

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What is knowledge, anyways?

Right off the bat, let me say that I’m not a typical person. Yet, that doesn’t mean I’m a green monster. It means, on the other hand, that I prefer the company of silence to the imposing one of decaying divas who have a quasi-orgasmic relationship with their voice and the crap their pea-shaped brains…

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This Much I Know

I cannot say I know very much when it comes to love. Only what I have gleaned from those around me. In the faces and hands of random strangers, Tucked away in hidden corners, Of cafes, bookstores and libraries.

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Black Urban Myth

Our sisters’ and our brothers’ Grim Fairytales from the Hood. Have we forgotten? Or do we choose to just remember, the Happily Ever After. The End: “Yes We Can,” which came riding in on ballots, a black hope for our princes and princesses trapped in towers, high-rises in the sky. We’ve been straining our eyes for the promised…

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On Fire

I lost a battle in my head when I recounted backwards from ten. I feel like I’m on fire, but not as fiery as the fire that stages its satire in your eyes.
Like a play, I lay around acting it out within my own sense of stay. I need my time, like the fire that satires its burning point of melting in my eyes…

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Dream

I dreamed my home was full. Mom and dad were in the kitchen singing along to the radio and burning the toast again. I made my way downstairs and watched them peacefully. He took her hand and spun her until she playfully fought him off with the threat of coffee down his shirt. My sister ran to me…

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I Feel it Stirring

I am reminded of my knowledge of death, My friendship with loneliness, My devotion to the darkness. I can feel the knives twisting in my back, And the razor rushing to relieve me of this life I’ve been trudging through. The devil comes to my right, An angel rushes to my left…

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