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Spate
how closeare you keeping to the rabid streamwaded in hip to knee,are your arms out to stabilizethe current threateninglethal precedentevident in the grand jury of fishermen,feet planted in the thick mud of the shoreraincoated arms crossed pretentious and sure,bobbers floating in the cascade you bracewhich they assert equates an equal stake in the outcomehow closewill […]
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a rising tide lifts all
The sun came in with glabrous qualms,demanding a presence before the chilled seasons were done;it seared past the clouds, and scared off the rain;the may flowers withered into fertile beds again.In the center of the town, though, the people rejoiced,buying bathing suits and sandals for double last year’s average price;salt and shovels were haphazardly shoved […]
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They Called Her Star Dust
I often write about people we’ve lost to make sure they aren’t forgotten. New poem published in SPLASH! Click here to read the full poem.
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tear glazed, after William Carlos Williams, unwittingly so.
I watched an SUV barrel through a patch of chickens crossing the road without cause the downstairs neighbor apologized as we bumped shoulders collecting mail from the rain
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Chandler
Burning the midnight down to the sacrum, I can’t remember how it felt to create. The way the universe intended, I can not find the memory at all. It’s like a notebook torn to the fray, my head is all soft clouds of, it’s okay. It’s just okay now. I probably owe an apology to a psychiatrist, […]
NJT
poetry + short fiction
NJT 