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The Point

Those motions won’t go through themselves “It” can’t get in without your phone There’s plans need shifting onto shelves And nine more stitches needing sewn That molehill isn’t yet a mount Though milk’s been spilt there’s none yet crying Unhatched … Continue reading

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Regifting

I admire people who can paint, Who aren’t embarrassed when they’re asked to draw. The Muse of Visual Arts showed true restraint When gracing me: I earn less awe than, “Aww.” Likewise the vocal arts, whose patroness Gave me the … Continue reading

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Fourteen Horizontal Stripes

This is not a sonnet. I can tell. A sonnet’s fourteen lines, and not just two. Or even three, like this. It’s just as well. Eleven more would be too hard to do. I might make it to five, but … Continue reading

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Mayor Of My Pajamas

I am the mayor of my own pajamas. My bunny slippers look to me to lead As real-life baby rabbits do their mamas. That I’m in charge my nightclothes have agreed. As writers who suppress their Oxford commas In deference … Continue reading

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Dusty Deathwatch

When future King Macbeth was but a bairn With six brief candles burning on his cake Had yet the Sisters Weird prepared the cairn Commemorating all the lives he’d take? Were Banqsy and the Duffster good as dead Before they’d … Continue reading

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A Dream It Was

No downbeat sonnets here. It’s Friday night! We made it through another trying week Without a meltdown. Pretty soon, we might Achieve that bit of peace that we all seek. That is, unless the nightmare I just had Was more … Continue reading

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What They Say

Well-meaning friends say it will be okay: “It’s tough, we know. We’ve lost these votes ourselves. Two thousand eight’s was rough enough,” they say, “But that was silk compared to twenty-twelve’s! Turn off the cable news, and you’ll be fine. … Continue reading

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