Some mornings

Some mornings Dreams are the cost Of waking. The kind that Feel both tragic And ordinary Foreign And real. Last night I dreamt I was Back in college The semester’s End was near. I had done nothing All semester And no one reminded me No one could tell me what I hadn’t Done, either I […]

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Blurry Like the way TV looked via the antenna right before the storm made its way east That’s how I remember every word that comes in the night always too vague to be metaphor; always too short to make it to my journal. Not plotted right for publication. Neither curse nor blessing; not angel not […]

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