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the gun in my pocket (poem)

there’s a gun in my pocket heavy with the essence of another man’s soul still swirling in the smoky barrel in this dark corner of this lonely and forgotten bar is the man who played Thanatos and brought to inevitable conclusion the yearnings of a single human life in this corner, sipping cheap whiskey and […]

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It Hurts (Poem)

  I’ve been thinking a lot about my mom lately; she passed away in November, 2010.  This is for her.   when I was five and life was a song of excitement and innocence the world was full of mystery and I had never felt the pain of hurt or loss of any kind    and then one day a playmate pushed me right off the swing you picked me up   brushed me off    told me not to cry ‘mommy,’ I said, ‘it hurts’ when I was sixteen and in love for the  first time to a young Cuban girl I felt like     an adult doing adult things dates and kissing and groping and late-night phone calls with the cord stretched and twisted through the house  and under my door    and then one day she left me for another teenage crush and I felt world-ending anguish  burning, hot, consuming as only a teenager can feel them you held me close    told me I’d be ok ‘but mom,’ said I, ‘it hurts.’ when I was thirty-five at the end of my marriage holding on to it with desperate and futile hands trying to be a good father to my sons who put me on a pedestal high enough  to rival the gods I fought depression  […]

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Syncopathic Synthesis (poem)

  A Valentine’s Day poem for my beloved Carey.   Some men listen to the     beat   of music; they sway in mute ecstasy as the bass pushes syncopathic within their chest     Some men stand on top     of the mountain, drinking in the whole world synoptically and revel in […]

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Bookstore (Poem)

It was a Saturday evening, my wife and I ambled into the bookstore with steaming hot cups of coffee in our hands. The warm air breathed sensually across my face and down my neck, smelling faintly of paper, glue, and memories of childhood. It felt good, that warm blanket of air that wrapped around us […]

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Surrender (Poem)

Surrender she lies on the bed facing me the curve of her hips giving shape to the blankets her bare shoulder and arm are bent at a gentle angle as she lightly runs her fingers through my hair her tattoos a vibrant splash of color on her alabaster skin half lidded eyes take me in […]

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