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I started posting poems on this Substack around four years ago, in the midst of Covid. The fact that, as of now (September 2024), I’ve posted close to…
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Grief and Love
Grief and Love Love is the mother of Grief. Grief is Love’s child. Were it not for Love, Grief would never have been born. And when Grief grows up…
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Punts
Punts I used to practice punting a football Over the horizontal branch Of one of the three oak trees That stood shoulder to green Shoulder on one side…
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The Nutcracker
The Nutcracker Opening night.
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Winter Solstice
Winter Solstice Here we are again.
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The Cartographer
The cartographer got drunk,
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Roadtrip
Roadtrip These headlights are serious as fists But the dark keeps backing up laughing * Tail lights like a snake bite Someone had to suck the venom from…
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The Theologian
The Theologian The theologian wakes beside his wife, Reads the Times over breakfast, And, around nine, Begins to think about God. He lives so close, He…
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Poets Are Spiders
Poets Are Spiders It takes no effort to catch a fly. What takes effort is spinning the web Out of the silk of one’s very life, Choosing carefully the…
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Grief
Grief We should be grateful grief is so unique.
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Evil
Evil There are no evil people in the world, just evil. What people used to call the devil.
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Dead Deer
Dead Deer Once a year the dead deer gather and compare wounds. The gut-shot envy the ones who were instantly killed. Some suffered for days after, were…
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The Woodpecker
The Woodpecker The woodpecker needs an excedrin She’s been knocking her head against a tree all day For all the holes she made She’s still hungry Hungry…
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Flying
Flying The indignities of air travel, Grandma in her soiled socks, Standing spread eagled As rays beam through her body, Grandpa confused, He forgot to…
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Austin's Myth
Austin's Myth
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