Category: Poems
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scene where only one person made it to the writing workshop
INT. EMPTY CLASSROOM – NIGHT Scene opens with circle of desks in a dim classroom. Only one of the chairs is occupied. Countless sheets of paper, stuffed with text, litter the ground. The writer clears his throat and begins to speak, apparently to himself. No one else is present to disagree. ME (TO HIMSELF): It’s…
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dear sunrise ghost at the end of the hall
I thought ghosts were supposed to be transparent, but there you are every morning, a silhouette in the corridor, my cookie-cutter specter. Waiting for me to thank you. You wear the golden hour like you made it yourself. Letting the sunlight be angel’s wings, hoping that the window behind you is close enough to a…
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abandoned vineyard
this Judas-place, this Garden. built and then forgotten, our own forsaken Eden. now the vines snake through shattered utility sheds, up rotting trestle, and across overgrown paths, bearing their sanguine fruit. – I press the blade of a knife against a stem, and it draws dirty red, a noose cut free, watering the ground with …
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(Poems) – 2023 resolutions
1. GO ON MORE WALKS 2. FIND THE ONE WORD THAT DESCRIBES ME 3. LISTEN TO THE VOICE OF THE CITY 4. TRADE MY PHONE FOR A RIDE ACROSS THE STYX 5. MAKE A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL 6. BE CEASELESS AND UNDIGESTIBLE 7. CUT THE HEADS OFF THE HYDRA AND BURN THE STUMPS SO…
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(Poems) – december
there’s little sensible about the sunset. why is it worth the effort? a death made meaningless by resurrection. like driving down the street to the next small town like it’ll be any different. america is a circle. this year died like the last. alone and dark, clinging to frostbitten holidays and burning books. lost december;…