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Poem

Urban Legend

It happened at the park one day
like any other, where kids came to play
The sun was out, the lake was warm
and the sands were still damp, after the storm
Adults watched from afar
some from blankets, some from the bar
More from benches, others from cars
and most important, one lifeguard
The children ran across the grounds
and it wasn’t long before the sounds
Of kids playing tag and hide-and-seek
filled the air across the beach
A perfect summer afternoon
that would be marred and ending soon
Ruined beyond repair by the type of incident that
the same lifeguard mentioned was hired to prevent
See, while the kids were playing, shouting, and clowning
a child, strayed from his group and was now drowning
The lifeguard, in the tower, no attention being shown
to the youth in danger in the water while scrolling on the phone
And this is where the story turns and becomes a different type
of how heroes come to be and how legends come to life
Out of all of the kids playing, there was one I didn’t mention
the only one out of all the kids that was paying attention
Because he wasn’t the type to be focused on the games
more of the type to come to the beach to enjoy the waves
And it was at the point where he paused in the middle of play
and saw the small child in trouble that day
And even though he couldn’t swim

he ran to the shore and jumped right in

The water lapped around them both
and somehow the child managed to float
Into the arms of the rescuer and by then
the two in the water had the attention
Of all the eyes that remained on shore
the boy’s heroics were too hard to ignore
Because where all the ones who were trusted at watch had failed
this young person’s heroics prevailed
And just when it seemed they’d both reach shore
there was suddenly one and not two as before
The little boy floated into the arms of his parents
and the search party used all tools for surveillance
And eventually they had to make the decision
to turn this rescue into a recovery mission
But here’s the part that gives me pause and no peace
out of all of the people that day at the beach
No one reported a boy that day going missing
and no one reported that a boy came with them
And the divers that went and scoured the lake
searched for days and weeks, but never found any remains
So I want to tell you all this urban legend in so many words
of a tale that may or may not have occurred
But just in case you doubt the accuracy,

One of those kids
they never found
And the other one
was me

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Poem

misunderstandings

How 
can
one moment 
be held 
so differently 
between 
two 
bodies? 

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Poem

Wildflower

You and I both know
The ivy you claimed to grow in jest
has wrapped it’s way around your heart.

I lost you
in the million lifetimes you lived.
Is this glimpse all I get?

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Poem

Buzz Cuts and Bug Bites

A pit full of ashes and sorry-looking faces
Buzz cuts and bug bites
Punk shows and dirty shoes
I love the way it feels down here
I’m infatuated with how the Dead Boys broke up across the river
And how the best moshes were created in Ohio, Kentucky, and Indiana 
The energy stands still and dry
I cough In its residue
A dirty neon lights town
Shuffling cards
Bumping into ghosts
Big black holes full of hell that bookers stir on a Wednesday afternoon
Old shot glasses and bluegrass
And I’m related somehow
Signed CDs
Commissions of bears
Headaches
Late night drives back
Ant covered pizzas and tired eyes

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Poem

Unpublished Wager

If I were to bet on art

I’d faithfully blanche the carte
And observe how the masterpieces 
In my own self centered thesis
Become bones hiding in the cupboard 
Waiting for the bread to be buttered 
They’ll escape a velvet heart journal
Then breathe into a life that’s diurnal 
So far it remains to be seen if I’ll win
But I’ll always gamble on writing again 
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Poem

melancholic bitters

on
days
like
today

she
always
wished
 
her 
tears

held
more

sweetness

Category
Poem

i went to the beach and all i got was this crappy poem

fog hides the coast,
creeps close.
there’s less shore than there was before.
I thought I could write a good poem today,
and I waited for the fog to clear.
it never happened.

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Poem

Fireworks

Your barrel-chested body anchors this boat;
we wade in hope like
children hidden in adult coats;
  pretending nothing hurts anymore.

I look down at you; transom eyed blue depths.
I want to sink into the salt of this.
Sandy on my lips, I lean forward into it
and kiss; We both know drowning isn’t sustainable.
Neither meant for life at sea.
Tired travelers who’ve built our own ports
out of oak and ache from mean memories of transit tanks;
beautiful spots we stayed in,
Thought once we might emigrate
                            instead of migrate.

Learned the language, the locals,
Stayed homesick the whole time.
So many times; rowed rough seas of incompatibility;
called typhoons light rain
Taped stress-cracked hulls with epoxy
and sat with wet feet watching the slow drip
gather and sink love dreams.
It’s hard to point lighthouses out now.
Learned to live by instinct like cavefish.
This smooth sailing feels dangerous.
The fireworks light up the ocean line
                Like the dawn of a new year.

I rope my fingers into your beard
As we decipher Morse code, desires, and smoke flares.

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Poem

Poem Time

Sit in front of the computer
    without writing: 2 hrs.
Stare out the window: 15 min.
Get a second cup of tea: 5 min.
Watch the sun light up the green lichen
    on the beech tree:  10 min.
Eye the stack of word cards on the desk,
    but don’t turn any over: 5 min.
Go for a walk: 1 hr.
Fix lunch, then wash dishes: 30 min.
Take a nap: 20 min.
Read Ada Limon’s new poetry book: 45 min.
Turn on the computer again: 5 min.
Write poem: 3 min.

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Poem

Exsitence

Sometimes we forget
that life is
a shared experience.
We whole ourselves up
externally in a safe space,
internally in a locked safe,
never venturing out 
or turning the key
because we think
we might be a bother to somebody
even to those who we share
treasured memories with.
Yet, our souls cannot withstand
infinity spent
in solitary confinement.
It has to be let out
to breath in enrichment
from other kindred souls
in order to be whole.
To be alive is
to share experience 
otherwise,
what’s the point in our
existence?