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Poem: Memory Film of Point Roberts

Memory Film of Point Roberts   Summer of β€˜98 and the russet hatchback swings into a narrow, flower lined driveway. Poppies, lavender, chrysanthemums intertwine to create a marbled smudge, a watercolor painting. Further on the indigo, wind-blown log cabin perched upon a bluff blends in to the sky beyond, a two-dimensional backdrop, dangerous, a sharp… Continue reading Poem: Memory Film of Point Roberts

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Poem: At 3 a.m.

At 3 a.m. At 3 a.m., I am not alone in my room. Shadows from cars, or something more sinister, glide across my bedroom wall. Somewhere from deep within the house, a clock ticks, a slow, ominous, persistent sound, that warns me of time rolling on.   At 3 a.m., something screeches, a jarring sound… Continue reading Poem: At 3 a.m.

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Poem: Erased

Erased Sitting in your favorite seat next to the window at my favorite coffee shop, looking out at the strangers passing by in the blistering August heat, I realize that I no longer remember the exact color of your eyes or what your voice sounded like.   I realize that this does not upset me,… Continue reading Poem: Erased

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Poem: False Memories

False Memories I am always surprised by the childhood memories that creep into the corners of my mind.   They are hazy memories, cloudy memories, memories of a pair of shoes I owned or that, once, I loved reading mysteries.   I shift them, roll them around, but they don’t fit quite right, as though… Continue reading Poem: False Memories