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Yusef Komunyakka.

February 13, 2013

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I first encountered the poetry of Yusef Komunyakka when he visited my hometown of Bloomington, Indiana to guest speak and read poems from his wonderful book of poems, “Neon Vernacular.” His poems, particularly the integrity in his short lined poems. I sat in the audience and listened to him with honor and respect. Though there […]

New Poem. “Crazy as a loon.”

March 14, 2012

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Crazy as a loon. “Crazy as a loon!” They’ll say, but let them. They have no feathers to escape with                             or beak to browse with. Loony as I, who wouldn’t choose to fly away from nine to five & church only on Sundays?     God.    My God.         Your God.             Polyamorous.                 ‘Their […]

Kerseja. New Poem.

March 2, 2012

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Kerseja By feeling stone chiseled, calloused Marbles from out of a pirate’s jar                                                 I have made gold And am talking to you With a peg-leg Where a hook arm was. Wind blows my promises Across     the seam of an island Where tiny, mad children Reconvene to sand castles, hiding    jubilant    treasure..                      Burying […]

New Poem. “Seven degrees under zero.”

February 15, 2012

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The following poem was written many years ago. It is a true story as I can’t write poems I don’t truly experience(the only type I write that are not “real” are those of a fantastical sort, easily & readily noticeable). I was on a date with a girl who took me to visit her sister […]

Orchard Stories.

January 20, 2012

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A poem written by me many years ago and only formally shared with me amongst freinds. It has never been read publicly or submitted for publication. Apple trees mystify me. Taking me to an orchard is a spiritual experience. I guess thats why I admire the poetry of Robert Frost. This poem is a fav of […]

“Chariot Woman”

January 15, 2012

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chariot woman     I court a most beautiful woman Of the town   On Monday morn   only for the hour   Then she trots away   sandals in hand   counting the change I had in mind         Justin K, Copyright 2006.

“six out of eight is pretty good, i think.”

January 7, 2012

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This is a poem written about a long night of drinking at a lake house in Bloomington, Indiana. I woke up in the yard with early morning sun burning into my oily pores. I got up and stumbled to the deck to go inside when I missed a step, fell onto the deck and hit my […]