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Porch Step Twelve-Bar Blues

Some nights the blues just keep on comin’ and all you can do is strum that guitar hummin’ some twelve-bar three-chord tune about a moonstruck mama             or a gamblin’ man                         or your damn empty wallet and you wail it to … Continue reading

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Rising

Scouring Google Earth, for a village long ago swallowed by the city, I find a gray and lifeless compound menacingly silent to the camera.             How what appears to be an industrial slum can be as impenetrable as time. How we … Continue reading

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The View from the Road

The view from the road goes by in a flash even as the view of the town inches by. The miles blur like a photo mishmash. The years tick-tock as they multiply. Above the shabby farm town, forgotten and lonely, … Continue reading

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At Highway Speed

At the border between Mass & NY there are billboards reminding us there is injustice in the world that turns people into vagabonds & wretches for the curve of their faces, the mishmash of their shades, that blind justice is … Continue reading

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Infinite Jetlag

“Did you ever have a childhood dream?” he asked us. My English teacher smiled and patrolled around the classroom, filled with a mix of immigrants, mostly Latin American. He probably thought I was too. He caught me resting my eyes. … Continue reading

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Snow

Each silence you hear is lost in history. Each sound is dead like the fish you ate When animals were just inventing wine. Children laugh like butterflies devoured by squirrels in the snow. Ivan Peledov is a poet now living … Continue reading

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Home

Aliens are playing with rabbits on the roof And the tap water has iridescent holes the size of my head. No one is able to steal the Sun. The house as a whole is real and hot like an awkward … Continue reading

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