I don’t think Democrats can box. They follow the Queensbury rules, have good conventional form and style. But when the boxing intensifies into a fight, and things get down and dirty, the focus is trained more towards appealing to norms of boxing than punching their way off the ropes. Like “Iron Mike” said: “Everybody has a plan until they get […]
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Dad to diaper- Daughter death Hug drowned in America. The decline From Hell pit to Shit hole. What Was that last hug Like Rushing Rio Grande? Was it The final bye like Terminal expiration In hospital without The pause to grieve. Or was there time: Grinding slowly, tears And river, screams stifled Burbling speech silenced Muted by lungs filling. Like […]
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The storm is coming The storm is here No time for trifling No time for fear The mystic revelation The mystic demonstration Is love Love live love The imps are winning The imps are bold Never satisfied With what they stole The mystic revelation The mystic demonstration Is love Love life love What you reap You got to sow The […]
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(For Deborah Ann Powell on our 22nd Marriage Anniversary) blessed groove of days as good as music melodies rhythms riffing relentlessly in pressing drive of will to live and love working it out baby gots to keep working it out. fussing cacophony and savored pillow talk and inspirations flavors the flow of you and I, 22 years into the groove […]
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beneath clouds like gray floating sky foam, my seed the tree stretches and argues in tantrum against strangely chill summer breeze. it is a different feel from our little vegetable garden in back planted in raised wood box fortress against ravaging squirrels. leafy herbs and greens sprout and yield salad for season and then buried in ice and snow. the […]
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ninety something birthday. Grandpa Kelsey came by, gave seeling gift to plant in backyard…
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Son, raise up your head Child raise up our head Though this old world Full of killing and dread Remember child what Jesus said Don’t gain the world and lose your soul Pray and press so hope takes hold Son raise up Your head Son don’t let nothing turn you around Child don’t let nobody turn you around Though wicked […]
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I walked the overnight crying baby shifts Changed diapers wipes baby shit and vomit Off ruined shirts never to be worn again Carried the babies, little heads bouncing off chest In journeys through city adventures Stuck bottles of pumped breast milk in puckering lips So often that Jon at thirteen says mom I mean dad And even the college boy […]
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Mother’s Day in Summer’s Snow As those last memories Of those emaciated words Your life’s summation sowed As umbilical legacy into mine Your first born: I’ll be alright After a while. And you knew this By faith and not by sight That like dandelion sprinkling Seed as white as the cotton You picked as a little girl Sickly in the […]
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i hear in peace of sleeping winds in the dark stillness i hear hymn of the waters stormy waters wood hull creaking underneath snap of whips beat of blood dripping torrent of tears sky crying funereal moans spirits screaming beneath hull and from deep waters and I hear the call from distant east prayer shouts ancestral tongues beacon light touching […]
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