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Poetry Saves the World


national poetry month

Lost Pens

I like New Mexican dreams, thirty years ago i was a child running there. Twenty years ago I was wild running on a Florida beach, but I could see the veil both times and it got thinner as the years... Continue Reading →

On the Side

Sunlit sat on rubbermaid benches smoking, fueling the desires to bring back old loves And cry, not ones self to sleep but to cry over broken bottles beneath the tone of rocket ships launching from the bedroom. You could never... Continue Reading →


Tonight I removed a layer I peeled back and coughed up Tequila Cantinas from my past. Spun with broken glass in the frame belting out the sounds I forgot. She was there. Looking at me in the mirror A stranger... Continue Reading →

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