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The Phone Call
You called me late last night, your breathing all shaky on the other end of the line. I thought for a moment that you were crying, and I pictured you sitting in the front seat of your red Toyotaon some dark street corner, with tears gushing down your cheeks. I stayed silent for a moment,…
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And They Did
I recall when anti-Semites werePretty damn pathetic, all aslur, Variegated, rude,Like a quantity of shagRugs & over-barbecued Poultry swaddled in the Rebel flag, Idling at some random Hebrew Y.,And, assuming aim across the dryHaze that panicky, Terminal fatigue begot, Lightly wounding two or threeGuatemalans in the parking lot. Now they’ve made a shul a…
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If We Speak At All
I’m sorry.That’s the thing we sayLike automatons mis-remembering the meaning It used to be I Love You.Even when we’d say other wordsSimple wordsThey’d mean I Love You, same as if we said itSaid it every time our lips were apart from each otherEvery time they parted To have a time – A long time –…
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A Broken Girl
What if she knew she was livingNot dyingLike she believed she wasWhat if she knewThat she was exactly what she neededShe could finally as herselfWhat if Featured Download: If you would like a resource to help you write poetry like this, CLICK HERE.
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He Likes Primary Colors
He likes primary colorsbut he knows when Mommy is dressed up pretty. He smiles badly for picturesunless he actually thinks something is funnyor is tickled and he’s in the mood for that. He’s tough, and doesn’t mind bleeding a little bitto do something he feels is important,like practicing with his new skateboardon the street, which…
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Inward Atrophy
Nothing is new under the sun. Human history recycles the same themes, though the details may change. Sometimes it appears as if modernity has revisited in new wrapping paper of information technology and other buzz phrases like big data and artificial intelligence. We once again think our lives, coupled with enough data, technical progress, and…
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Hourglass
I caught you standing at my back gate. You were staring at the daffodils with a mist across your face. A kind of blanknessthat was crisp and unforgiving.You staggered toward me, laden with gloom,and I caught you, limply, in my arms. We were sitting on the back porch only ten steps later, the grey sky…
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A Brand New Day
The morning dawnsA touch of goldA hint of ochreHer devotion ever growingReaching farFor all to seeLike arms of a motherInviting and warmJust for a momentThere is only she and I Featured Download: If you would like a resource to help you write poetry like this, CLICK HERE.
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All the Rooms of the House
We did that thingLet all the pieces get bentForgot to see the birds beneath the cloud cover We smudged the paper and the inkLet wide, swelling resentments into the cracks We made a personal warCastigated with half-truthsAnd struck with full, swollen fists We waited when we should’ve actedStayed quiet when we should’ve spokenTurned away when…
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THE REPUBLIC OF LETTERS
A pair of figures entered the darkened Coliseum. They ascended the white marble stage and stepped into the circular spotlight. The first figure was a middle-aged man with keen eyes and a tall quiff of silver hair. He strutted toward one of two very different chairs behind the podium and took a seat. The chair…

