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On Being Seventeen

After seventeen years of
Living and breathing and feeling
I almost want to rewind everything
And start over again

Transparent Glass

Hallways and doorframes and lunchrooms:
I’ve walked them for the past four years,
tracing the steps of period 1 to 8,
bell after ring after ding after done with this.


The best things in life happen
slow, and never cease. Like
the way your make peace
with yourself, or the way you grow.

Father's Words

It was a blow unlike any other that
left me winded, screaming for breath
panting for losing that part of us.

What It Feels Like To Jump Into Cold Water

The gang met by Joe’s pond
The boys of summer, reaching into
Our souls to lift some inkling of
Childhood left withering in ourselves


Her hair was matted
Her face wrinkled
Her look screamed
and trickled pain.

Saturday Afternoon

I’ve fallen in love with Saturday afternoons
Especially when I roam 3rd street
And watch the dew-like activity
Fluster out onto the street

For A September Morning

This night
Windows down
Surrounded by the town
Passing by us

A Way With Words

Because I don’t understand
What it means
To utter those three words
Struck down by

The Science Of The Pen

I’ve written and typed
The same words over
And over again
Hoping that new ideas

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