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Acknowledgement of Limitation on Unrestricted Interpretation

I undertake not to use this poem for any purpose associated with the promotion of nuclear, chemical, biological, spiritual, sexual or conventional warfare, nor...

Every damn one of them

Today the sun shines on Larch Wood Road. I walk down it. God, some days even the trees look sexual. But there are limits. I'm not...

Home of the Brave

It is 1955. My mother, 25 years-old with long, swept back chestnut curls, deep dimples and pearly teeth, is wearing an apron over her...

Exit Ninety-three

On a morning when the sky nearly brushes my hair, I cross the parking lot dodging a cyclist in a red T-shirt. He barely...

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