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— Word Poems
Poems containing the words pocket, reveal, ruin, and wake.
Grandmother is listening
to the rosary on cassette, Hail Marys under her breath,
and a cigarette burning in her bean bag ashtray.
Are All of These Shovels Our Shovels?
We are not ourselves at the dinner table.
We are musical instruments, and animals,
and abstract ideas we can't explain.
before they descended on foot, the donkey
loosed into the sun, when the lavender
again became safe
You were afraid of dogs since the day a stray
chased you (then a six-year-old eating a tomato
sandwich on your way to abacus classes)
He melted into a shadow
behind his house but still I heard his rake scratch.
Three Poems (Spotlight Author Runner-Up!)
That day, I dropped the hay rake
where I stood and walked away
toward the edge of the world
Lost to Lewy Body
In the dark, a visceral calm
Spiraling lead sailing unsheathed
Enter the shoulder, exit the palm
A Lovely Emaciation
the sulking sun
begins to linger along its daily arc, fleshing the planet out
of its thin melancholy ache
Danny Earl Simmons
35th Anniversary Cruise
She married the slot machines,
and he, plumbing; but no more.
grass is a big casino,
gamble with breeze chips.
No need to coerce
the proportions. Just capture the shapes
The End Of The World
Oh and it sure was the end of something
because the birds started cawing
and everyone cried on their phones with their moms
here, where striders glide the glaze
above a bed of leaves' unmaking, where
salamander larvae slip their jellied orbs