Category Archives: Urban Sonnets

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The smell of sweat that pours from every pore, detoxifying flesh subject to work, a brief escape from life where guidelines lurk in every shadow and at every door. New England was my home for years before New Jersey, where … Continue reading

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The days pass by like daggers in the breeze while nights sink low into the muddy ground caressed by deer that stalk without a sound at dawn to eat the leaves that hang from trees. The sidewalks look yellow and … Continue reading

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I want to live a timeless existence. This life of time will kill my sense of self. If not my my mind will mutilate itself: suicide of a heart shorn of patience. I’m serious. I’ve lost my sense of sense … Continue reading

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The desire to run has re-entered my body; should I also be surprised that words have come back whole and mobilized from foreign thoughts, fluid and de-centered? I long for novel thoughts that flow un-mentored by past experience, destabilized by … Continue reading

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I must ask myself, who are my people, by whom do I define this life’s journey, on the mezzo cammin’ up the steep hill, who must climb with me, who should concern me? Is tribe defined by family connection or … Continue reading

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The best is when the air is tremulous with the humidity of bubbling broth while exotic vocals gurgle and froth over the beat making time emulous of space, which can saturate our senses and make time appear redoubled, sacred and … Continue reading

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Throwing off my skin for selves I quickly hate, I have shunned all compromise and commitment and all good fellowship, my life is time spent in fugue from blessed time, I write around my fate. In a new port I … Continue reading

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