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Coffee Shop Flyers

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Coffee Shop Flyers

Coffee Shop Flyers     I think I’ll have a caramel toffee mocha.   “tall, Grande, or venti?”   I could tell she’s been working at Starbucks for awhile.  A fake shine of happiness on a Saturday morning with a line of customers already with their minds made up just waiting…just waiting for a workaholic […]

A Capella

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A-Capella

Their eyes sing to me like they are instruments whistling on these streets of A capella. Her smile is enough to make me sway as she stands in front of trees that doo wop in the vocalized winds of challenge. She is barely young but not old enough to be a woman. Yet she has […]

Argument With A Poet

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Argument With A Poet As he studied my attention I refused to blink.  He told me things about my- self I tried to keep hidden under a coffee stained American Eagle sweat shirt that found me on the Clearance rack. I told him to fuck off!  But he continued to weave his words through my […]

No Longer Am I

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  No longer am i   hidden behind unmovable walls unseen, unheard, unwanted   I busted through the plaster and freed myself from my own silent disaster   and now I stand exposed   no longer am i   held back by the chains of distain undefined, unappreciated, unknown   I shattered the links of […]

What Happened In Harlem

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  I woke up one time in the 1920’s.  A slight drool tickled my chin as it dripped down on the current edition of “The Crisis”.  I was a long way from home and along way from my time as I sat at a small table off to the side   in a little Blues […]

Awakened

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Awakened I am a pause stranded between the history of tomorrow and the future of yesterday. Time stands still. I walk with feet that travel nowhere. Sidewalks end yet are paved by forever’s hands. Everyone sees me; I am invisible, no one pays attention to my silence. The sunlight heals my absence with its radiant […]