Testimony of a Door

Poetry

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Look at me, my

Frankenstein of a body,

genesis of Mahogany

limbs. Notice this skin,

faded casualty

of sunlight, rain,

passing age.

I’m positioned

at the onset of incident,

like battering rams

serving no-knock warrants or

fists demanding entry.

Consider me a sentry

armed with cognizance

of things concealed

behind my back, 

how closed rooms,

offices and residences deceive.

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When I imagine borders

Poetry, politics

Copy of Gift

Acts of Solitude

Poetry

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Sunken Place

Poetry

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Terms and Conditions

Christianity, Poetic images, Poetry

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Coast

Poetic images, Poetry

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Bog Side 

Christianity, Life, Poetry


Bog Side

Enough peat cloisters here

To last a dozen summers.

Faced upward in rust-brown robes,

It clusters at the viewing in

Spring coffins of morn.

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I observe them bog side as

Every ode to life must do:

In reverence, at water’s edge,

Mosquito & dragonfly

Humming requiems & eulogies

To sparse congregants in

Sharp shades of lime,

Cognizant of time

Descending as a shadow,

Prepping for a Second Coming.