Replace the Wolves

In the occupation of childhood
nightmares bear fruit
in a fear of unknown weapons
wrapped with skin
adorned with teeth

the civilization in which these weapons were wrought
a “grown up” world
beautifully textured
outrageously detailed
just shy of mythological
replace the wolves of fables

a child wanderer
not ready for battle
with the harsh elements
of the nature of beasts
is separated



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my baby

my baby

in white satin

swaddled still cold


abandoned heart

sleeping vacant eyes


once we were full


my baby

a gift

like her mother


oh, Lord why did you take them away?


spring approaches

life returns

but not all is reborn


my Love,

oh my love

you have left me!


maybe I shouldn’t have thrown you down the well.


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When I Left Her

like that prick of a dog was in Argentina,
or was it Bolivia?

in a glorious mind screw memory
sits a piece of warm cherry pie
and a coffee as dark as she was.

a whole week by bus separates us.

one day I simply vanished.

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Outside the wall of civility
snake pit recesses
freeze us in terror
to be still, not to be seen
we are the prey

in the tangle of tress
we become naked
the world is not ours

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hard worn blue coller blues

a family tradition
of poverty
and low-paying
hard physical work

God fearing

“Jesus Saves!”

the dirt won’t free itself
from either the cracks of the hands
or from the “worn hard” clothes

– written in West Virginia 2012

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My First Life

My first life
was of snow and sorrow,
of aching and bleeding
amongst demons
and rib bare wolves

A freedom striking blow,
my hands themselves
became useless

Swallowed alive
by black spruces

The brighter the soul
The darker the shadows

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I have a snake in my throat,
tobacco spitting son of a bitch.
Twisting its way from the acids
of my stomach.

Dad had a water moccasin in his throat
when he stood young and tall,
the Navy pulled it out if him.

Momma, she had one too,
Dad extracted it,
shortly after he yanked
her off of that two wheeled
death machine
and wiped the sunshine
from her skin.

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