Category Archives: Poetry

Clench the Fence

I lied. I said she said okay, But I hadn’t even asked. . Lying to Grandma, that’s how much I wanted to, I’d even lie to Grandma. . The project courtyard had fenced in grass, no larger than a tiny … Continue reading

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Pawn Shop Mirror

This mirror has spots melted into the glass, Age spots like rust in the upper right hand corner. The glue holding in the glass is leaking from the frame. It seemed a good idea at the time, Buying a mirror … Continue reading

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The Car Runs Fine: A Tribute to Ernie’s Garage

….and then the handle fell off the passenger side, the car runs fine though. The blower doesn’t work except on high, the car runs fine though. . Needs new wipers, the tires may just last another winter, it runs just … Continue reading

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Spill Your Guts: Poems in Time of Political Upheaval

Spill Your Guts: Write Poems in This Time of Political Upheaval Poetry and Pizza Wednesday evening, April 4 2018, 6 p.m. – 7:30 p.m. Ashfield Congregational Church, 429 Main Street, Ashfield, MA If you have never written a poem, now … Continue reading

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Time Change Spoiler Alert

Spoiler alert Turn your clocks forward Unless they turn forward Automatically Then don’t or you’ll be two hours late for church … Spoiler alert Turn left when you think you should Unless GPS told you the same Automatically Then don’t … Continue reading

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Prayer Written during President’s State of the Union Address

Okay, I know You’re around. No need for me to worry or to seek or to sing psalms. You’re around. Don’t get all poetic on me about You being reflected in everything I see. Or that You dwell in every … Continue reading

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Profile in Silhouette

Behind him a brick wall drips with old colors, He is facing West 82nd Street. His lashes droop down, his eyes are closed. All I can see is the blackness where his face was, . As if his face had … Continue reading

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