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Day 11: National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo Was it true, was it you, in the blink of an eye and the history of a man out of time, a man not mine? Was it true, was it you, who settled sweetly onto sofa, who slipped swiftly into suggestions as we washed whispers with wine? Was […]

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A SEAT ON THE TRAIN

  A factory man forged in fights on streets and bars on iron clad nights and a local girl born and raised in longing, loss and dreams unglazed who crash sometimes behind the shades to drink, to fuck, to drop their blades on this desert town of dirt and dust, of cactus, crows and mounting […]

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PULLING AWAY

The train pulled away it pulled at me pulled all I’d known away, leaving me lost in a scent that was neither you nor I but what we had once been before we’d broke broken and pulled away the train pulled away pulled at broken bits scented, soured, stained and tourists pulled bags this way […]

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THE REASON AND THE RHYME

Goodbye he said As the train door closed And sliced our world in two Goodbye I thought What a word to use At the end of me and you Goodbye he said And I wondered what Good there was in farewell Goodbye I thought As he left me there Hurt and unhappy in hell Goodbye […]

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