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Apologia: memorial

 It will be a bad Friday to see you cold-  not much more than a week ago- we spoke. You laughed and drove my boy  to the game- you were so very alive-helping me-  as I dealt with doctors and knives. You brought sweets, … Continue reading

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For Jim

Firebrand If I were a man, would I ask Does she do it for love- or just because she can? If I were a man, would strength be in my heart- or in my hands? How much can one withstand? … Continue reading

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Poem: Good Deeds

Accident- When you see one who once long hated you, still does- and only helps you out of legal obligation   quid pro quo- not of goodness, or swelling heart. now in torment themselves- broken injured, sick, staph infected,weak.. bones removed,  though … Continue reading

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Mall Hell

 70’s New and Unimproved Hell Mall   They graze, material appetites to sate and once-over the mama gringa with White-Flesh-Hate    Striped hair wannabe celebrities , fake cholo-ghetto baggy pants’d boys with no identity. Headless mannequins flaunt fabrics cheaply made, unmatching, piecemeal. Roths-Teen-TV anorexicwear that caters … Continue reading

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For Yankee Jim and all of us

Haunt Me I thought you believed- That someone else died for our sins, so we don’t have to- yet there you are ! all day and now.. in the near distance, a shade. An overgrown spectre, still bigger than life, … Continue reading

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 Attempts to Silence Us Will Not Be Recognized. Search for it. Identify it . Embrace it. Sanctify it.  Place it. Hold it up to the light pray to it.            There’s more than one way to skin this cat. How … Continue reading

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Stake

Stake (written 10/31/07 ,dedicated to the witch burning victims) This can’t be happening. (Oh, but it is, it most certainly is) She did fight them- Bruised wrists, rope wrapped, bleeding- She knows this one too well, knows his eyes, he … Continue reading

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