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  • Stones

    Consider it written in stone. The stone at the head of a non-descript grave at a non-descript cemetery on the outskirts of some field in the middle of nowhere. Here she lies. This is how it will go. Tomorrow, there will be tears. Tomorrow, there will be a long, sad drive home and an even…

  • Go Quietly

    Neither of us will go quietly. That was obvious from the first. Her moans and denials and fight are only restrained by the liquid morphine that courses through her veins. She will not go quietly.   On the way to see her. On the way to see her for the last time. I did not…

  • Dying a Death

    The last words I’ll ever hear her speak are, “I’ve still got fight left in me.” Or maybe, “I don’t have no fight left in me.” I distinctly heard “fight left in me.” I asked her how she was.  Dry: “I’m great.” Floated back into her morphine dreams or nightmares. Later, when I was alone…

  • The Whole Shit

    No shit. This is the whole of my love life.   Nerdy military guy (NMG): Wink ML: wink ML: where you be? NMG: I been reading. My life is GREAT! ML: Oh (long, long pause as ML contemplates the greatness of NMG’s life) ML: Whatche reading? NMG: Reading bout ‘Nam ML: Sweet. I like death.…

  • Rod Stewart and I Want to Know if We’ve Told You Lately…

    Have I told you* lately how much I like excuses? Especially ones involving elderly parents and work? Have I told you how classy it is for you to invite me to hit you up if I get bored at ***-***-**** without your knowing or asking for my name? I suppose I could call myself “you…

  • Girl in the Moment

    Boy says “hi” to girl. Girl says “hi” back. Boy retreats, so girl (with some chemical confidence) solicits boy (Hey you, where’d you go?). Boy replies his life is “GREAT!!!!” (he does not elaborate) and that he’s “kind of been doing [his] own thing. [He] studies and reads a lot.” Boy asks girl how she…

  • Irrational Thoughts about Physical Proximity

    A secret thought I would have followed through smile on my lips but alas I missed the exit again

  • Lucky in Love, Part 2

    You heartbreaker you I’m shrieking tears streaming down my cheeks trails where you and all the rest have rendered me helpless.   Here’s the thing.   There was an edge in your voice… How could I do this to you? How could I refuse you? How could this be happening to you? Why couldn’t we…

  • Flutter

    …and really it’s about wanting to know what I can’t even still do you remember has replaced why at least sometimes you won’t know the significance of this day you never knew the significance of me but I hope you reflect for a brief moment on the last year of your life think of me…

  • No Punctuation for Good Measure

    this is not a poem exactly just thoughts broken by lines and no punctuation for good measure   this is not a coherent whole poem and prose welded and molded fused together in harmony   ………   Let me tell you. Thursday marks our one-year anniversary. We met at Julie’s, after my class (it was…