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Sea Devil

It was not curiosity so much as
a calling that brought the fish
paddling up through the gradient
of ocean, the hideous yaw
of her mouth opened as if
in astonishment, exposing
the rows & rows of teeth

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Tornado

The mountains here feel like they’d rather be elsewhere,
so ground down at this point they look like hills.
Hate to call a mountain a hill and erase
the promise of smoothing this view,
this time span, these mumbled
ranges could offer us.

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The Invisible Stenographer Listens to the Dead

The Invisible Stenographer is a persona that found me a few years ago. Some people say poetry can’t change a life, but I beg to differ. She (the Gregg shorthand gal) kept me going at a time when my life was horrible. She was fun to write about, crazy, sometimes terribly sad. I’m giving her an awful lot of credit and it sounds ridiculous, I know …

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Year Six

The horizon rebuffed
our hopes.

She stopped going outside.
Her bedroom blinds

became tourniquets
tightening light to slits.

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