the sky
bleached
purple, lavender
Midwest,
the lightest
like lilacs
with specks of
violet
dawn, dusk
like bellflowers,
wild orchids
at daylight,
tranquil,
sundown
hypnotic
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FAIRBANKS By Kent Fielding
with a line after Bukowski The swallows are rough today like ingrown toenails As I wake hung-over again, again in a room I do not recogniz...
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near the on-ramp of I-10 in Crowley, Louisiana we unload our band equipment into the back of Gozzlebeck’s not the real name of the bar but a... -
Diamond hair Bathe in bourbon and butter You are my Sunday prayer You are everything You are all You are life Rita S. Spalding has had poem... -
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there is a woman who is sometimes at my local café sitting outside with a glass of white wine and that’s not too unusual but i always notice...
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