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First Game
There in the back of the closet of the room that was once my room and is now a museum to childhood is a photo, slightly curled with age, of ten sc
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Fulfillment
May the road to fulfillment be long and steep and smeared with fog, moss-lined, leaf-strewn, rockslide-prone, oft-closed for repair, haunted, the
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On Recent Advancements in AI
On a perfectly normal Saturday, the kind where normal humans do normal human things, I log online to check my bank account for fraud...
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Writer's Block
Whatever touch I had is gone. Maybe I never had it. That would be better. One can't throw away a non-belonging. Can't chase after the dump truck for some treasure that isn't there.
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Mother’s Day
I didn’t get you roses from Ecuador, nor one of those cards you grab, in a rush, at the checkout line...
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Good Habits
Mom used to warn me that too much of anything —piety, vegetables, even reading—can be harmful. But growing up, I brushed my teeth irregularly at best. In the chaotic mornings, no one had time...
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A Dog’s Life
Often, as the day’s doleful hours grow too heavy and I long to set side my many cares, I think of my dog in his bed, how he has no funerals...
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Extremes
A poem must be as short as the poet’s life or millennia longer: there is no in-between. Either it dies with you or lives on, this strife, and if you conclude I’m given to extremes
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The Ant
Keep poetry simple, like a single ant atop a blueberry, catching the light without shining.
America on the Brink
In Times Like These
In times like these I clean the gutters monthly and the lint trap every day;
America on the Brink
Bravery
This is a time for bravery. Not the human-cannonball kind. Not the free-diver nor the free-soloist.