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Welcome to 'Poem-a-Day'
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…
Nov 25, 2020
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Boat Abandoned Far Inland
Boat Abandoned Far Inland I find her flipped over in a field Her mast has snapped, her paint has peeled A boat abandoned far inland The sea is calling…
Jun 14
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Visiting Horses
Visiting Horses Before I was caught thrashing in the internet, I used to walk out to the barn at night to visit horses. There were several over the…
Jun 9
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Moving Walkway
Moving Walkway Always the choice whether to get Where we’re going before We would have gotten there anyway Had we not chosen to get there faster No…
Jun 7
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Man Juggling Knives: Mexico City
Man Juggling Knives: Mexico City Into stopped traffic he stepped. Had it not been stopped, He would have stopped it.
May 26
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Our Way
Our Way Life doesn’t always go our way. There are so many other ways it can go. When it is going our way, we think Of course it’s going our way. Our way…
May 25
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Dick Cheney and Henry Kissinger Meet in Hell
Dick Cheney and Henry Kissinger Meet in Hell — For Dave Wright, who said he just wanted to outlive Dick Cheney At first it was alright.
May 22
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The Tick
The Tick I watch the tick climb my pants leg.
May 20
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The Sound of Rain
The Sound of Rain Into the new quiet came the sound of rain. The sound of rain has green eyes Like a girl alone at a museum on a weekday, An art student…
May 14
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Heaven
Heaven There there will be no more winter in our lives. Summer will spring back to spring and spring Click over to summer again. And there will be no…
May 12
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Evenings Falling
Evenings Falling I remember summer Evenings falling. I would find them in the fields. They had fallen a long time from high up, But the clover broke…
May 11
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Lovers Point
Lovers Point A place as well as what lovers do when they stand there
May 8
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Winged Wounds
Winged Wounds This pair of cardinals in spring woods Are two winged wounds. Whose body did they take flight from, I wonder.
Apr 28
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The World
The World
Apr 20
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