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Deliquescence
The truth hits her this nightfall time hands in pockets She see its mouth saying words that film directors understand the love...
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Jelly babies
Jelly babies are glucose babies. They drive me. Their plumpness and fruit juices fill my cells. They wink before...
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Stratus
A little triolet for a Friday morning. --- Stratus I can almost touch this cloud It’s blandness flies low The world of grey must be proud...
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Tomatography
Chromatography is a laboratory technique for the separation of a mixture into its components. Tomatography Have you ever wanted to...
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Companions (part five)
It has been a while but here is the next part of my long science/faith poem: A supernatural presence pulses. It impinges on science and...
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Chlorine and bromine
(a vision in the 1980s in a laboratory) Chlorine: I can be your friend that cleans. My bleach removes waste. Me: Can you...
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The winepress
Your soul trades in peacetime coins in rural comfort blankets. Your stomach feels the touches of trees made in Georgian times to line...
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Lists
Here is the third poem that Dreich just published! -- I Lists are my saving graces. They are clouds resting on the sea in early evening....
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Ultraviolet and infrared
Her persona is caring. Stunning. Ultraviolet brinks with bright intensity. Giving without violence. I heat up from time to time. Cheeks...
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Woman 9.0
This is her last chance - like the queen of cats on life nine. Caught up in the sins of a man, his gristle, no more. Coarse sands grind...
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Multivariance under a waxing moon
There is just enough moon-crescent light to stoke the fires. The area of a rectangle is a function of its length and width. These two...
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The façade of community
The illusion works better than orange, sodium streetlights. All I could ever wish for. Heartfelt and hearty. Domestic bliss, a pedestal...
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The icing
Holidays are the icing on the cake. The buttercream. Bad times in our lives swallow kindnesses. The hurting ice. Water droplets lose heat...
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Reconfiguration in seven textures
My bloodline forms road markings as I walk through the village. Rough senses of rawness and rage and a rare resilience creep across my...
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Pro verb/the proverbial
I’m pro verb. I’m pro noun. I’m for all the intricate beauties of language. Chemical synthesis is the other pea in the proverbial pod.
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The cinema closes
My short-lived joy ends, when the cinema closes and Superman wins. The Kiosk is shut. My hot dog is digesting. The cola is gone. A second...
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Companions (part four)
Stephen Jay Gould says the companions live in distinct spheres, each with their own muscle. Value added from domains of teaching. Neither...
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Silver
Your love is even then rational then real. Packaging in the wild writhings of life. In response, my mind runs with the tide. Keeping up,...
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The site between one and two
She is a kind woman Her partner is open But heat frosts over time in these divided days She is considerate Her partner is caring rhythms...
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