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Wake And Remember

Unwelcomed Like So Much Unfinished Business

In March (Finally, Spring 2016)

All For Algernon

Weak In The Knees

The Finisher's Song

Nothing's Sadder Than A Rose

All Beings Considered

This Is It

Max on the max

I Long For Stars

Falling Leaf, Falling Man/Woman, Rising Star

So You Do (May 10, 2010 written for June 1987)

Its About Waking In The Middle Of The Night And Having To Write It All Down

Not For The Bloom of Tears Cultivated These Last 100 Years

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care

If I Could Be The Sky...

It Feels Better To Be Unfinished (Wish-Unspoken, But With My Eyes)

Yes, You--There

With Words, I See A World I No Longer Fit In


Two Better Pasttimes. ( A Bit O' Rant)

All My Children ( CATS ARE PEOPLE TOO)

How I Think That About Every One...

In Layers

Old Hunters Of The Fall

Silent Endings

All In The Family (Family, What A Concept)

Call This Our Autumn

Small Sentry

All Too Clearly Now


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Perhaps I Too, Was Frozen

in July he came home with nothing to live for
and damn near died in the scope of a rifle

in August our sweet cat took ill and died
his demise leaving us bereft and miserable

in September, more fore-shadowings of doom
clues of certain guarantees being over
(another friend buried)

in October my girlfriend left for good
tricked into moving
while her home was sold out from under her

in November my brother nearly starved to death
eating no sit-down Thanksgiving dinner

in December I was given official family walking papers
irreconcilable indifference, the treason

in January I knew it was the New Year
but I couldn't look forward
much less look backwards

then wretched winter came
breaking down all the trees
making us shut-ins
layering the roads with impassable snow and black ice
in a city with barely 30 plows
and no no-how to get rid of it

homeless babies died the very hour they were born
homeless men and women froze solid to the ground
spring couldn't come soon enough
for a world that badly needed love
and thawing out

I couldn't feel my heart beating
nor hear its comforting steadiness
perhaps, I too,
was frozen

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