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Slip, sliding away (February 2004)

My hair 
grows 
increasingly 
gray
 
seconds
slipping

Beyond walls (May 2005)

Travel 
Is a university
of life
in which there is no degree 
 
inexplicable to one 
who is not explored it 

Feather knockout (May 2008)

A glance
in passing
from you
unshielded 
 
lies somewhere
between

Me in jewelry (September 2008)

I lost a bracelet Rachel gave me
A day after I got it
 
It was a perfect
encapsulation
of me.
 

The agents are coming (April 2009)

Revere rode through the streets
to raise alarm
at threats to our liberty
far less severe than these
 
The crisis does not lie off in the future,

Beyond the Maryland Shore (October 2010)

we are
all water
babbling
our way
down a slope
winding through
escapades

Nihilism (March 2000)

The air hangs thick
like mucous
stuck in my throat

Bottles rattle
blown down the street
chased by newspapers

children cigarette
butts and the last
dying hopes

of a species bent
on its own
self-destruction.

Tragedies of Blessings (December 1997)

What was always good
enough for everyone,
ever since the beginning,
can’t now be enough
to make me content.

An inmate, released,
with a job and good friends,
has more reasons to smile
than he’s ever wished for.

Aborigines gifted
with the magic of trains,
or the wonderful aid of antibiotics,
praise creation as I never could.

My hands have never harvested grain.
The skin is smooth, and supple, and soft,
but leaves me thinking that farming is hell.

Guerrilla Poetry ad (2004)

There is a raging battle being waged
for the hearts and minds of those who’d be enslaved
by knaves still stealing money, power and safety from babies
who will have to live in a world of insecurity.

Not enough liberty to go around.
Not enough food to feed the whole town.
Not enough trees to be found in the woods,
and even though today, the enemies wear no hoods,
they’d do the same things to you if they could.

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