Tag: poetry
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“never be your normal” live @ Linneman’s Riverwest Inn 12/8/2025
Over the years, my poetry has become something like my diary. As a result, there are hundreds of poems in my Google Drive that I’m rediscovering that sometimes I only remember a few lines from, or perhaps don’t remember at all. This was one such poem. I only remembered the section about my uncle dying…
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I am so happy that I performed my “Invictus” style poem that I wrote on Inauguration Day this year on what turned out to be a very historic election night.
Thank you to all the people in the US who turned up to their polling places yesterday to make their voices heard. This one is for y’all. WE are the masters of our fate. WE are the captains of our souls. Not some clown in the White House. Remember that now and always. I love…
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“un-lotused”
I’ve never been one to meditate on regretsof paths not taken, universes unexplored,for my regrets are few – when I want something, I show up for it,I find a way to it or I make oneand the primrose path to success builds upon itself I would far rather meditate on failures,iterations where everything when wrong…
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“haunted tape” by Eight, 10/10/2021
you may want me deadand sundered into piecessmaller than grains of sandbut you’ll never tell and I will never know such is the punishment for twenty hoursof touch that is torture in hindsightsuch is the punishment forshattering a fragile peaceand believe me, if I could destroymyself that utterly don’t you think I would have already?…
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“answer”
I could ask my body what will I do when it has fallen and regardless of which side I try and coax, pry, cajole, or beat an answer from –the deaf side or the silent one, the answer is always the same: it already has. sixteen percent of my brain died before I was a…
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I wrote this based on a conversation I had with a cool fellow poet after Poets’ Monday last week.
“fog kisses” the lake visits me and gives me little fog kissesas she’s been doing since before the housereached out its unforgiving arms and swallowed methey caress my skin and turnthe street lights into stage lightsevery turn on the drive home is a perfectly framedwork of art I once called her my wife many years…
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Eight wrote this in 2022. It’s called “salome”.
my teen years taught me nothing of importance except how to write clear and deepabout what hurtsI’ve written enough by now to fill a small library, solook back with me – I prayed for an ideal in cold rooms and I still became the only one who couldsave me you look at me at my…
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I wrote this at the poetry workshop today. It’s called “strange entanglement”.
I love you in a way you cannot love yourselfin a twice divorced, second wife way that never happened, you want me so bad you don’t care if your chokehold love is killing me and I think it would kill you to stop pretending I think it would kill you to let me go even…