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Recurring Dream 10/20/2014

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Appreciate your teeth.
I lose mine twice a week in my sleep.
Instinctual, like birds migrating south
They clamber, bloodied, out of my mouth
Their enamel feet leaving tracks in the street.
Gumming on food I long to eat,
I’m unable to stop their retreat.
Appreciate your teeth.

 

forest grove 01/23/2016

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Eucalyptus gift
A little rift, mended
Needed-a-friend-ed.

Cedar sweet tea,
Hemlock cones and stones
asleep in a forest grove.
Wave to the Giant Sequoia with a
Fallen flower skewered on a limb.
Stephanie says,
Visualize ancient glacial sculptors
ice floes forming fjords, slicing slopes
into the site of someday’s Seattle.

 

This is just to say 09/02/2015

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I have eaten
the Drumsticks
that were in
the freezer

and which
you were probably
saving
for a future
dab-and-Drumstick
sesh

Forgive me
They were delicious
so cold
and so stoned.

 

Summer of 2000 07/13/2015

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A velvet beach dream in pastel:
Rainbow water slides and calypso music,
Inner tubes and tidal pools,
Screen doors, smoothies and
Soft, soft sand.

 

homer disappearing.gif 07/12/2015

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So long, and thanks for all the fruit.

 

There There 06/24/2015

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Is it crude to impersonate the deceased, in good faith?
Or does it keep them fresh past their expiration date?
A ghost of an old woman’s emphatic, “Hello?”
Answering her cordless phone in the dining room
For no reason, on this random Wednesday enters my head.
The ghosts in our heads transcend the dead.

 

sketch 06/23/2015

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One minute upon waking,
A text about a dream you had
Where Dream me said,
“I’m a different person now,
But with all new cells.”
We both know what the dream means.

That summer I discovered Steely Dan
On the Boltbus back from Portland,
Hauling Sauvie Island sand home in my hair.
When I got back, I ate the plum candy Joe gave me
Before I’d left, he blessed it with his love.

 

Stalemate 04/28/2015

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Holly tried to teach me the rules of the game.
A cruel competition, merit-based, laced with shame,
Like chess, where you must think three steps ahead
Is your opponent the goal, the person, or the chessboard instead?

You seem to play by your own set of rules.
Every time I make a move, I end up looking a fool
Are we playing a different game altogether?
I thought this was chess, but maybe it’s checkers,

Mancala, War, Clue, Guess Who? Possibly Risk
You’ve conquered me with an iron fist
What recourse is left for my foolish heart
But to transform my failures into art?

All art aside, I realize to my chagrin:
The rules are rigged and I will never win.

 

 
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