Month: September 2018

Kindling The Light

My neighbor, a Vietnam vet, yelling at his dog, Who only gets more anxious – I tell him, He disagrees I pet the dog, Calm him, Both our hearts race The Vietnam vet, boiling my blood pressure as my father did countless, On childhood days when I did not understand my biology was being twisted,…

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To a Lost City.

I am myself, And you are the past Yet, there are nights when I cry in a rain-filled mudhole, Wildly calling out, For the two we were – Four with the dogs – For they don’t make ’em better than us four, I’ll tell you that … If only you or I could have accepted…

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