Author Archives: jswaingrass78

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Father, hardcore worker for the underserved. Sometimes I write.

anticipation

anticipation i’ve seen you once had my tongue twisted into stripes until this second time coming i’ve mixed minor chords with major chords and traded narratives with you without touch (which will surely come with patience) now: nerves like a … Continue reading

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tell

tell and when the lyrics of rain strike like the secrets whispered between the keys of possibility we will dance our limbs scattered like vowels lost in the stories we have yet to tell; will you listen when i stand … Continue reading

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treatment

as i sit watching the iv drip in small waterfalls i am reminded of rain, the freshness of water on my face. i have only begun to trace my own miles. and i will measure them by the beat of … Continue reading

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fable

fable do not let go of it; do not unwind the yarn of yourself. you may hear crickets but the miles of yourself are chart enough to care for this new cartography. be not so fearful when you have waxed … Continue reading

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deer

deer naked, you are my little deer arms and mouth hungry straining up, furtive ready to be caught you loose one single strap asking to eat and i oblige the arrows have been put away guards at ease i chase … Continue reading

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waltz

waltz dance as dance can i am appreciative of your neglect it hides the wool covering my ears i stood on a microphone talked to myself enough to listen to your performance it was good, every mic drop you’ve thrown … Continue reading

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spring

spring   in a dream she asks me do you think of him often? i do. i think of him in the solemn cradle of dogwood trees. and then i watch my daughter blonde hair smoking and i want ask … Continue reading

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be still, wolves

be still, wolves take not of the blood there’s still a moonshot yet how many dreams can we fill our teeth with how many times can we tumble and deny the spill of bones dried in resistance children whirring we’re … Continue reading

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out

out get it out every fractured drop every isotope of violation and run.

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supervisor

suervisor riding in the car for the first time i am struck by the speed and siren and yes, the gun he asks, do you know how many times i wanted to pull it but never did? we stop to … Continue reading

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