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Seven Ember Stories 9.23.22 “01101000 01100101 01110010 01101111“

My literary heroes Are a litany Of ones and zeroes Laid up in leather Tightly fitted On a bookshelf together Following their own code A fictitious creed Exiting their chapterbook abode Over the shoulder their slung Carried through river and road These peregrinations will sharpen my tongue How many stacked up laments Guide my drifting thoughts When opportunity presents? What does a hero mean to me? Full of foolishness and failure From nothing we come to be

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A Gust of Wind Vol.2, 8.18.22 “Graduation Day”

A mistake must never graduate Into the magna cum laude error Ignorance once is juvenile Any more ain’t worth my while If unpursued it becomes a terror Bigotry is not some unknowing to tolerate

Should it fester within that wound That ignorance has laid bare, unbandaged On its own, answering only to the earliest bird Flitting to sugar water, following the herd Should it be left to manage Leisure, is a pleasure best bound

Be not idle In pursuit of all things life offers The window waxes and wanes Seen askew through the panes Line the rows to your coffin, not your coffers Grow beyond your idols

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Seven Ember Stories 9.21.22 “Morning Coughy”

There is something inside That wants to get out Scratching at the inside Of my throat ‘Til my voice bleeds dry Rasping like dullard door knockers A too eager dog begging to be let out Too afraid to sink with the ship To capsize with the captain The earthquake will crack me open Oozing from my ruptured shell For that piece within me Nurtured to grow

The coyote will gnaw In isolated desperation For its misguided sense Of some definition of freedom I will not be discarded By my expected expectorant

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A Feud to Carry 2.20.22 “Passing Lane”

Passing, Like merging highway traffic Caught between lanes There is little certainty to be had In these transient spaces With only a thin dotted line Marking the separation between Life And death

The black asphalt sea Tarred cement rivers Carved across the country Always leading me somewhere Racing us into the future To leave our broken down past On the side of the road Every destination I reach, Reveals one more link in the chain One more rung on the ladder Racing me higher And farther Across Away Tight roping twin lines leading into the horizon

Passing, Like small town tourist traps On the road trip towards the future Caught between here and there There is certainty to be had In these liminal spaces With only a solid twin line Marking the separation between Tomorrow And yesterday

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