Ataxia, My Love

  …… Write me care, Fold it fair and pin it on a cloud, And when your ink falls On my ears, It will tune to The pigment of my imagination. … Baptized by the tip of your tongue, I … Continue reading →

For The Birds

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Swallowed all I tell Tossed to the well .. Carrion crows came Like the middle of the night Up from the empty And into the light … Flew into my pockets Found few cents Unsowed My garments Pulling at rents … Continue reading →

Thicket (A Short Story)

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THICKET A short story By J.D. Boger . . Manys a mornin I’ve spent waitin for the sun to rise When the sky is at its lowest an the clouds are mean An its all a dark blue black bedlam … Continue reading →

Tlepolemus

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Always I am by the Helen tree Always she is blooming But not for me A wanderer A man Born to misfortune I rest my banner upon her roots Yet never will I taste her fruits Till furies or fate … Continue reading →

Infant Dreams

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Eyes clenched tight Dead weight dropped Billows of pillows And blanket tunnels Tumble At the thunderous sound of a door … Patters outside Consistent within … Unsteady Ready to move From the shadows … Pulling broken strings Of camels and … Continue reading →

Black

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I take it bitter As I look at a dying black bird Affixed in attention I burn my tongue and throat On fresh mud The pain breaks my concentration …. Looking back The bird’s legs are still wheeling Round and … Continue reading →

These Violent Delights

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Lovely line walkers, Oh, how they chant! Disregarding all else Their chloroformed cries Sweet But Chaotic to my soul Holding hands They walk in a single file line With pockets full of posies … A little girl leaves the front … Continue reading →

Necessary Watermelons (A Short Story)

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“Give us the luxuries of life, and we will dispense with its necessaries.”  …  .. Everything goes by faster during the summer; I think it’s the heat.           “Dad…”                    (Whispered from the pull at the pocket of his jeans.) … Continue reading →

Oh, That I Could Breathe

I walk through the door. Your air becomes my air, Numbing the world from my nose. ….. I follow sweet sense. Your back comes into view, Revealing that sacred sky. ………… I succumb softly. Your body meets my arms, Compelling … Continue reading →

What does my blood cry out?

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Brother Cain, I am able And ready to help you What have you done? .. I lent out my hand Helping you to stand But imagine my surprise When I learned that it was Falling that you loved …. Your … Continue reading →