Mary Magdalane was an actress 2000 years ago. Not so said the purple-born Emperor. Not so said the dusty old Sanhedrin. Not so said the Pilate from the Black Sea. Mary Magdalane ...
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That feeling when I wake up and you’re wearing one of my shirts unbuttoned beginning your morning ritual As I drift back into a dream of flying, in and out of deep shadows and face...
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On occasion, I jump up and down a little bit, just a bit when I think of your voice telling me: I was thinking about you. I'll get ahold of you tonight. I miss you too. And then...
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If your blue eyes are reading this poem on my phone as I sleep next to you, shake me, wake me up so I might learn that you love me as much or more than I love you.
I'm glad you are there to see me make the right choices when I had to. When it mattered most you saw me fight for you. I live because of you, as true as I would die for you... Even...
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People looking for light bulbs have no time to worry about the frost breath of the northern winds. People looking for light bulbs are secure in their judgment. They will find what they...
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Its raining. April and green budding earlier than we thought It's raining steady drops her tears fell in sheets Today, tomorrow when they're gone Life keeps playing that drum. We keep mov...
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She called the shots tonight: vodka, jello, .22 caliber popguns in the woods. Now she's gone but we're friends on Social Media. The trees could turn pink tomorrow. Cats gather nearby ...
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When your face is missing from the crowd, the light of the Moon snuffed out among the stars, the Mona Lisa stripped of her knowing grin, and the dogs of the East Side go to their beds without...
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When the balming winds blow through your open windows in late September following a hazy rose colored sunset, you forget how intensely the sun burned you not thirty nights or a harvest moo...
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Most of all I miss her sarcasming spirit laughter, acidic and ticklish love screaming all over my thoughts my works my face and my hands my time here among the walkers, runners, and flyers. Fi...
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Everything's as dry as a corpse ~ she keeps singing to me as she passes behind her bar... Everything. It's just passed high noon. She refills my vodka and cranberry, we talk circus; my fa...
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Nightlights blue and white the snow falls, whilst you keep me in sight. Nightlights cool brittle-bright glow in blue shadow... no-one knows me, not tonight. Gleaming cold dream. This re...
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Touched her shoulder, her breath caught... Does desire sing? Has heart soul? The door is closed behind me. Will flame die slow? Smoldering low? The light glows like we as we lie... Is trut...
"You need a bigger phone." Yes... I have an inadequate smart phone screen to the more discriminating singles out there navigating purgatory. The night was getting old but it could s...
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I would love it to death if I were a Raymond Carver poem. Living among the stands of pines, wild flowers, bears, and bobcats of the high Cascades, the Olympias... The Columbia River not far...
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Endlessly passing cars on the interstate pointed toward a distant leaning gray-green house where rent was due in vicodins and cheap vodka that flowed like a stream of fallen rain and cigarett...
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Picked from a shady field outside Hot Springs, Arkansas. Four leaves reside in my lucky back pocket, and the years since reflect that fact in strange relief ~ a still-life moving forwa...
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Hardest thing you've done this year was stop looking at her pictures. You didn't burn them, or delete them, whatever, whatnot... you just left them to sit alone in a folder in the far cor...
Summer passes with a great gasp; the gamesome whispers of spring coming to cavernous roars, now dying low to a moan of unsurpassed ecstasy followed by unwelcome regrets. This is t...
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She's on the sofa alone with children. She's crying and hasn't stopped for many weeks. Her oldest boy, four years old, stands and walks to her, speaking in a quiet gasp of hope for hi...
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The storm was approaching, gray arc of purest omen. Around here, cover was in short supply while comfort was an ideal fallen short. Then she proclaimed: I AM THE STORM. And the harsh rain...
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Weary brown moth chillin' in the alley shade on an asphalt and dandy-lion rye weed grass oasis, while the universe rusts. The world is transitioning. Winds shift to blow the dead leave...
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The cars rush by swish by, sputter and roar by. It's late August and the songs are singing loud and distorted and the nights are humid but they still manage to last through the stretch until...
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Perfect is too over-used. It's also not definitive in any way, beyond a superlative telling someone how little effort you are putting into expressing your state of breathlessness, or your own s...
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