So far as we have been able thus far to determine, our species’ transcendence over our one-time close-quartered Neanderthalic cousins occurred
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Speculation
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Year: 2017
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The Sun
The sun came into my room
and it was so bright
I couldn’t see
and I forgot where I
put my sunglasses.
But everything was so white
they probably wouldn’t
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and it was so bright
I couldn’t see
and I forgot where I
put my sunglasses.
But everything was so white
they probably wouldn’t
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Away
The snow about me
stuttered by the boughs
of conifer giants
drifts in halting clumps
to my shoulders
inclined toward you
as is my heart
in warm vital relief
to
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stuttered by the boughs
of conifer giants
drifts in halting clumps
to my shoulders
inclined toward you
as is my heart
in warm vital relief
to
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The Sharing Space
My time,
the time
within my head,
what my heart measures
of your visits here,
is time that beats
in pleasure
queer to your arrival;
that time is time
that
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the time
within my head,
what my heart measures
of your visits here,
is time that beats
in pleasure
queer to your arrival;
that time is time
that
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Seasons
Yes, my friend, thank you. Autumn has driven many leaves to change their color and to fall, silent victims to the
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Moon Tides
Perhaps you sleep now.
Perhaps your dreams
have washed
and steeped and
sired the day’s
illusions and events,
deep flows of
one from another,
to a place unknown,
but
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Firstborn
I miss my boy. I miss his smile and his laugh. I miss our chess games. I miss his strong, sturdy
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Ellipses
At this juncture we must pause (as all great and aspiring ruminants are required by their genetic inclinations and personal proclivities to do)
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About the Author
(You Know Who You Are)
You were born at the terminus of booming times in twentieth-century Detroit, half one hundred years gone and
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The Lady of Arisaig
The distillation of an old Scottish joke, into the form of a limerick by yours truly, for your amusement.
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