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"Rowing to a Standstill Sans Oars"

Sitting solo in a rowboat without oars Represents my feeling of anxiety perfectly You are at the mercy of the water But, nothing happens by worrying about that fact You either stay in the boat of get out of it Those are the only choices Acceptance of that reality is the key to freedom All the anxiety and worry you hold only drowns you While you sit safely in the boat

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“Christ, Seas Abound”

“Christ, Seas Abound” When I see an empty rowboat in still waters I wonder how it got there? It floats on the water There are no oars upon it Nor, a person sitting in it Yet, calamity and crises seem certain— The tiny boat is still, but not safe It is a trap i see myself caught in Surely, I would not choose to sit upon it? But, what other choices do I have? I can see the danger and…

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"The Measure of My Dreams"

Dear Readers, I’ve been on a bit of a mourn since this past Thursday when I read the news that Shane MacGowan, lead singer of the Pogues and punk poet extraordianaire passed out of this world. Sometimes news has a way of hitting you in places you didn’t expect it to. This certainly did. It has affected me greatly and I’m still examining it as it unfolds. I never knew Shane MacGowan by way of…

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“A Proportional Fall from Grace”

“A Proportional Fall from Grace”   Coffee beans roasted to perfection Patience paying off in some measure The most welcome and most comfortable chill of autumn That can be handled with cozy blanket warmth Looking for furnace noises with my ears Metallic mechanisms and air tickety-tack and vibrate towards a low and sustained glow Looking to toast the tips of toes peeking through shameful holes of…

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"But, What About...?"

  “But, What About…?”   Large swirling strokes empty the vigor from an eager elbow Transmitting ideas forward to a fluid wrist and firm hand Ideas that were born of a brain sifting sensory tides Alive in the ocean of being Flopping about while trying to tread for existence Shapes become words to be seen or heard Digested by othered others So they can taste the pain of surviving Spitting out or…

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"Sometimes, You Can't Make It on Your Own"

  There are certain days of the year when I pause to reflect. Father’s Day is among those days. It is a day to be present, but also to remember the past, with grand hopes for the future. I am a father going on 12 years now. I became one late on a Thursday night in September of 2011, as my firstborn emerged from his place of residence, which he was stubbornly trying to avoid. Maybe I became a…

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Summer Cottage

“Meta“ ©️C.P. Hickey 2023 “Summer Cottage” Summer cottage Back from the sea Sand trails worn Salty breeze Past noon shadows ‘Round windows sneak Lazy naps Blissful peace Sunset wonder Horizon squeeze Barefoot stroll Soul at ease

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Breathtaker

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“Garbage Poems”

“No…You Listen” ©️ C.P. Hickey 1986 “Garbage Poems“ Garbage poems find a home Pouring from my pen Garbage poems, parts unknown Not an if, but…when Garbage lines unrefined Jumping to the page Garbage lines of my mind Bring this poet shame Garbage rhymes passing time Poet’s praying priest Garbage rhymes human crimes Shepard’s saintly feast Garbage art does depart A poet’s metered…

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Not Art?

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Rainsy

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“Writing Distraction”

“Flake” ©️C.P. Hickey 2023 “Writing Distraction” Environment skews focus Elusive ideas remain away Cannot quite grasp it Looming large but ineffable Which is a word I learned in high school From a young woman named Megan Which I cannot remember if she spelled her name with or without an “h” Old dial tone phones with Boa Constrictor cords Kept us tethered in the wonder of an…

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“Nonconformity”

“A Maize Ingrate” ©️C.P. Hickey 2023

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"Radio Static"

“Radio Static” Indigenous Light Forms ©️C.P. Hickey 2023 percolating crackle amplitude frequency word soup white noise dial left or right neither correct more crackling static fizz a bushy business a puffing storm cloud potentially kinetic ozone whiffs waft waves winderly windy wind air conducts a symphony of forms ideas conveyed and received broadcasted boldly brave looking for certain sentient…

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“Lost Track of Ties”

“Vintage Skivvies” ©️C.P. Hickey 2023

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“Outstanding”

“Keeping Watch” ©️C.P. Hickey 2023 “Outstanding” Sometimes it’s hard to stand out Standing up for others that can’t Backing down bullies’ braggadocio There are people out to hurt others Afraid to help others And ignore their suffering Enjoying the struggle Yet— Some still stand out against that Hands outstretched Elevating others Those are the ones… That stand out For me, for you,…

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“Alone From Me”

“Open Air” ©️C.P. Hickey 2023 “Alone From Me” I don’t know how to be In a place—alone from me Sustaining sanity A misleading reverie Impatience patiently In a place—alone from me Existential parity Haunts this lucid waking dream A calm collective calamity In a place—alone from me Isolation bursting seams Old companions take their leave A desert mirage fleetingly In a place—alone…

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