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  • Concerning News Of My Death (Poem)

    I have been in those small family graveyards

    traced on weathered gravestones names from long ago

    had the dead rise around me to share their stories

    the world is so much more than you want to see

    so you coffin yourself by different means

    not even knowing you thus become dead

    until one day life makes itself known

    and you remember and are afraid

    I refuse to be afraid

    I have died many times

    I walk in liminal ways

  • The Line In The Rock (Poem)

    grief runs through me

    like clouds in this October sky

    heavy and dark with threat of tearfall

    pushed between horizons by a chilling wind

    consolation also flows

    swifter than my heart could recall

    I have walked these parched fields before

    and know the value of rain

  • Rumors Notwithstanding (Poem)

    in the end I will thank you for this disruption

    useful reminder that faces ever change

    and past love can mean nothing except impediment

    something to be buried for your convenience

    and fake affection can be tried as a clumsy bludgeon

    ineptly seeking my blind consent

    had you known me at all, this would have been different

    my death will not be your force majeure