Crossing the Street
remember the first time you crossed the street on your own? untethered not clinging to Mom? and Dad? did you ever think it would come to this?
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Shadows
In the foreground is a darkness that makes nomads of us all Weaving trails of confusion as we tramp through the mud we seek solace redemption and reward Let us chart new maps...
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Look Up
Remember when we were kids and we’d look up at the stars or the clouds or at passing airplanes? Remember looking up and wishing that Superman or the Starship Enterprise would zoom past...
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Butterfly
Stepping away from the writing, I bask in the sunshine and remember that the garden is teeming with life and that insects outnumber us, billions to one, and that this is nowhere the...
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Passage
Grant me safe passage Or something like that. As a prayer It’s easy enough But like every other prayer It has gone unanswered.
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Disco Driveway
Sometimes you have to make the stars come out on your own. Some call it science. Some call it magic. I call it disco.
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Aftertaste
A million people on the street. Protesting poverty? Fighting the government? Crying out for change? No. They came out for carnival rides and meat on a stick served in a part of the...
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Beaters
These are the two I reach for. These are the two I play. Never in tune when I pick them up. Always in tune when I’m done. *Note: This is the obligatory shot...
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