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    Capping twenty-eight stories of brick for the prettyThe nightlight for the darkened city A marker for travelers and wanderers alikeThis northern star–our city light Like a crown for the wealthy who live belowAngelic halo of halogen glow Bats and pigeons peek on those passing byFor cocktails, movies, or a room for the night An empty black canvas this view would beWithout the nightlightWe would see just bricks and trees

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    Chasing Sunset

    snow on Kansas plainsspeeding  speeding  speedingtemps drop 40on the cusp ofColoradocold turnstile windmills insouthern windsbirds catch winged turnsangle up + dodging truckstails and spots dot eyes assun sets westwe drive into the never-endingspeeding  speeding  speedingroad gold + pink momentbreath of glow underwisping cloudsover farmhouses nestleoutlines of pines framingskylines + blind eyesglaring glances of timespeeding  speeding  speedingshifting day into night

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    Operation Green Thumb

    I am Eve And yeah, I took a bite out of that Eden’s Apple Plucked it from the tree myself And with my front teeth I pierce that red fleshy skin And took a deep juicy bite It tasted amazing I love it so much I become  One  With the Apple I also began to love the Tree and its gifts Started visiting it everyday Making sure it had water and love And tended to its soil and branches Adam Well he got real jealous Told me I couldn’t visit the Apple Tree anymore Said the friends I was keepin’ were a bad influence Encouraging me to relax, meditate and…

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    retracing ancestral steps I find my signature written across the world I am the ancestor of myself inside me before I knew this name I lived in New Zealand on ancient Maori totems my eyes are carved Hindu statues of Bali laugh when I approach recognizing an old friend inside Bandelier cliff dwellings a fire burns welcoming me home in Nepalese temples the stones  call to me in dreams Indigenous Peoples cave paintings  my hands ache I look in wonder at what I created  only forgotten I cannot see until I step outside the continent of me In soil, water and blood I reflect forming a new once again renaming…

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    Peace Is Alive

    there’s a Peace here a kind that I’ve never experienced not like a sound Peace because everyday kids in the courtyard are screaming + running + playing dogs howl and bark incessantly buses drive by every few minutes cars honk constantly old women talk-yell at one another and the person living upstairs drags feet and furniture plays jacks on the floor and randomly drops bowling balls all day + night long at least that’s what I picture happening no — this kind of Peace makes me take long deep breaths like everything is in its right place people are just living going about their daily lives walking in daydreams so much so…

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    Saigon Rain Welcome

    city locals cheer as the rains come down their faces turned to sky arms raised dancing some cry joy after long months of sun drying making lips and land concrete parched + crack finally sea winds bring clouds streets flood into night Coming Soon: Meandering Existence (2021)

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    Bangkok Morning Reflection

    After a long night of drinking So much more than I ever do But I am determined to be different in my habits from now on — Drinks filled with pomegranate + starfruit + vodka Tasted so sweet on my jetlagged tongue smiles + laughter shared the 4 of us under the rose apple tree as bats flittered by chaotically and a toad hopped on cobblestone The glow of the light blue pool reflected the evening damp patio where we sat Under a green umbrella rain water dripped from edges upon my bare shoulders Many hours later when the rain stopped and the birds went silent We wandered out of…

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    Dream of Freedom

    he sat in a prison cell realizing he could leave walk right out through the bars or an open door he walked right out into the hallway to the recreation area where a sudden shot of fear ran through him fear that maybe the guards would see him but they didn’t so he kept walking invisible all the way to the prison gates he walked right out on the main road realizing he was wearing a suit no longer a need he became naked and street clothes appeared he walked right out a free man Coming Soon: Meandering Existence (2021)

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    The Last Minutes

    drinks never tasted so sour poured down throats with lumps night after night winter toiling windows rattle squirrels scratch on the gutters of our brains foreheads rubbed raw from anxiety going over and over in our minds recounting how we played the game with debts of costumes, props and stage roof slates fall off past decisions drinks never so drunken sloppy mice nibbling concern on couch cushions coming soon—house auction on court steps  candlelit backed cockroaches dance  dust blows silent shame in corners Poem from Heirs of November (2017)