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Poetry-Friends-and-Family

Asleep At Last

Nails piercing my brain Glass shattering around me Metal crunching, smashing together Crying all around me Screeching, Screaming Howling, Wailing, Weeping It seems like a hundred years have passed Just when you are about to blow a gasket The baby falls asleep We shut off the phone Take off our shoes We talk in sign […]

My Dad

Spacious, dark oak desk holding a red pencil in a brightly lit room. Built by his splintered hands and intelligent brain. He is a carpenter. Standing in wet sneakers on Conard Field, smiling, pointing his index finger to where scrambling first-years should be. He is a football coach. In my blue-sheeted bed he lies, book […]

I Ripped It

I remember Once By mistake I ripped a map It was on my kitchen table And I was looking for you Buildings were split in half . . . And my road Led to yours Wouldn’t that be great If it were real? I’d rip a map And I’d be right next To you, again […]