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My thoughts burn with snow–the hazards of Alabamasummer haiku.
Her hand cups the rain,while my ears cup her laughter.Then–daylight thunder.
Eating the TaleStrategies of foodshould be read by anyonewho likes a long, cold burnimpassioned with clarity. This is eating the tale. Pay homage to disease,obesity, abuse, corruption, danger,to math, to…
I wrote this Robert Frost/Marvin The Martian poem for a pop culture poetry anthology that ultimately didn’t get published or funded or something. Maybe reading Robert Frost’s “Desert Places” and…
Every banner says“Now Hiring” victims.The task of the branded.
I feel as out of place as the steel drums on the Commando soundtrack.
The correspondent received honors in the waron his first book.