I consider life as a fill-in-the-blanks sonnet. A cloud moves across the sun: such drama:…
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Honeyfield Oates
When Honeyfield Oates, America’s favorite poet, was born, it was 106 in the shade. The…
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Someday you’ll forget, he thanked God. Newspaper where the words for the opportunity, a choice,…
Homeless Man Living in an Abandoned Library
The books are all mine now. It's too bad about the electricity, because it gets…
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Your mind goes on around you, practicing piano in the apartment below or standing in…
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In first grade my hands would sweat pools of liquid onto the fake blond woodgrain…
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I spell out the word crocodile. I see the movie about the dolphin. Time for…
TINY SEPTEMBER
American robins, no picnic; a woman knocks, a door-to-door missionary, and asks and I…