• poetry

    the bible says

    by  • November 14, 2012 • poetry • 5 Comments

    we are made of dust but I’m not so sure — our bones, perhaps but our spirits . . . our spirits are made of the stuff of sautéed garlic the hope of rising dough the laughter of bacon frying the tenacity of friendship every morsel of mortality a reminder to remember from love...

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    sometimes late at night

    by  • October 9, 2012 • English, poetry • 2 Comments

    I find myself wishingthere were no passive voice(an odd wish, I know) but I don’t care muchfor a world wherethings were said mistakes were madedamage was donelives were lost as though the mistakesmade themselvesor the violence happens withoutperpetrators,death without killers too many yearsteaching Englishto sleep well Peace,Milton

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