Tag Archives: Paul Strohm

Just A Story

It happens many times a day a story with the same outcome a person seized 600,000 times a year someone you know crying you can hear this voice pleading in this garage, in that public place on cold wet grass, … Continue reading

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A piano and a poem

When the piano mover calls His cache of crutches amaze Reeling off a corridor of casualties Perhaps I should cut him some slack Let my feelings unduly frustrated Seek their mandarin possibilities But a lack of message irritates Who doesn’t … Continue reading

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Morning Limps to the Edge

Morning limps to the edge    of Chinese folding chairs. Two views enlaced by glass    held in coffee favored mugs. Two brusque squirrels smutching,    no lack of work. Moments pustulated in time,    hiking each other’s thought. Two absent acorns falling – … Continue reading

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