OWNERSHIP IS NOT ALWAYS THE ONLY CONSIDERATION

  Squirrel scuttles across the sea of grass. Stops to my right to consider someone else’s acorn. Mouth twitches to mimic tail before I’m noticed. Embarrassed by my presence he adopts a still stance as if that might make him invisible. Don’t worry, I whisper, I can relate. Once I found lips too sweet to […]

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BOOKENDS; AMATEUR STATUS

  November rains in a park, trying to be an artist, attempting to capture it all in quiet corners, beyond earshot from anything daring, sheltered in shadow instead of off in adventure, thinking I’d found myself but it was safe, fake lies; a pacifying of the ego, trying to paint a Pissarro in a Paris […]

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I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 4; BOY SO BLUE

  Sitting in a park in Paris, France as kids climb trees they’ll soon outgrow and birds busy their feathers in a dance of freedom we’ll never know. I fall through your thoughts as someone tickles strings on cords too distant to be discovered and wonder where you sat; on the orange carpet caressed by […]

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BONNETS AND BURDENS

  We should dance, he said, as she passed, Dropping the shovel with one hand, taking His hat with the other, sun bleached And straw weaved, but there’s no music, She answered, but there’s no one watching, He replied to the crimson cheeks Of her porcelain face, neath a crimson bonnet And he reached for […]

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