Swimming Pool Soliloquy
This morning’s muted yellow kisses darkness as clouds shift, a waning moon sighs, the last of
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“Are you lost?”
Northern Virginia Summer 1985 Freshly cut grass, blades falling off his tiny back, the familiar summer
I Wake Up Before Her
What impish speckled rain that falls at willThat keeps most creatures from their quest for foodStricken
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Big Time
“Who’s this Prescott guy anyway?”‘ “He’s a big shit.” “How big?” “He’s CEO of Mastodon,” “What’s
Missing Phone Calls
Phone calls aren’t postcards, which are one-way,like roads that don’t want you back.Not that I don’t
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