garnet
from her pantry
gale garnet filters
in
from her pantry
but the sunshine
she eclipsed
like the trick he
pulled on her
telescope
but much more adept
she channels the
song
but she doesn't
know
she's in the sequel
about two years
behind her
her daddy's third
verse advice
let the scavenger
hunt commence
pointing out
nuance, you know
can really further
your
southern spiral
advance
wonder if compasses
are
boxed in the strata
in the realm of
love
there is no chance
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scripts
religion the safety valve
the old world
scripts
and the fearful are
wise enough
not to come off of
them
where did the
balance tip
when we went
towards
mass cooperatives
steam powered fever
dreams
that created the
farm
the first
reservation
how can we tip the
pyramid on it's
point
trying to extend
downtime
towards that base
in the air
the forest as with
all forms of
darkness was there
for your
entertainment
wonder and
protection
were they really
happy
before she tasted
the fruits
of that apple
picking harvest
beyond any labor
in the first fall
which brought
annulment
and eviction from
above
this is what we get
when the dreamer
sobers up and awake
during the night
atheists were asked
to
leave the field
crew
easterners grow
heavy
with a western
relocation
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if and when
if and when you
tire of
waking up next to
whomever
was somehow blessed
by proximity at
least
the night before
will you still call
oddly a touching
line
was somewhere in
there
whether it is him
or
someone closer with
more to lose
tragic and
devastated might
be more than the
flip of some silver
kindred spirit or
the
mate of another
ship eternal
even if in similar
spheres they sprint
and keep the same
company
had she answered
another sign in
another house
on a different page
he wouldn't have to
answer
write or direct
like this
reading through the
verse and line
with the threat of
a larger
stronger chemical
throng and presence
crashing the dance
floor downstairs
between the syllable
stress
and the heavy
accents
a tiny apocalypse
some say ain't
there
but feel those
ghosts run cold
on the nape between
the blades
and across the
range of your shoulders
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dear john (a how to)?
he had seen enough
to provide
experts as
references
to ladies and
gentlemen alike
first things first
for those who find
electronic communication
too cold and
impersonal
but the sound of
the human voice
a risky persuasion
back to the fold
and face to face a
bloody mess
are you travelling
alone?
is future well
being a concern?
or is it current
self preservation?
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the first of april
three doors wide
to the first of
april
him unhinged, and
the
chiltonville first
congregational
two who shall
remain nameless
came back with the
mule
no finely brushed
charger
to herald your
arrival and rule
in to this
jerusalem
your river, your
reigns
and this light
course
infusing and
flowering each stem
gladly your fool
suffers
a soldier against
doubt
a child in your
glory
a transmission
never over or out
once just mud
before
your wheel, your
kiln
and your chisel
a disciple now
forever more
standing on his
knees
in blood and
crushed glass
a shivering mosaic
your instrument by
soft decree
how laughable
when the ordinary
presumes
it may come before
you
trying to speak to
you on the level
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three views of her in reverse from this
current vantage
barbed today on
this
sky of cumuli
she is these
circles of wire
once the sky itself
that put the
spheres of razor foreground
softly out of focus
and further back
once that chickadee
perched so agile at
dawn
upon these slinkies
spiked and stretched
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Edward Radke is a poet, freelance writer, artist and
photographer from Plymouth MA. His work
has appeared in numerous online public and print publications, and he is co-founder of DreamMiners Publishing and Creative Arts Services.
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