Confusion Abortion Poems

I can feel this heartbeat, gentle rhythm deep 
under my feet, I can feel the blood seep… 

I keep it clean, I can feel the...

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THE WAGE OF SIN.


What' should I call this?
Fortune or misfortune?
The fate of my curiosity.
Akin to that of the cat.

A child a blessing from God.
But this...

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...He remembered his childhood,
Cajun stories of the bayou,
and one of an old witch doctor,
they claimed he still practiced voodoo.

He had seen the man once or...

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...He poured over this fact for weeks,
asked others looking for a ‘why,’
pressed by new reports flooding in,
more news of women who had died.

Four months brought...

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His name was Alex Bergeron,
grew up west of New Orleans,
from a line of backwoods Cajuns,
went to school to follow his dreams.

He grew to become a...

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Footnotes to the crime 
mankind divided the ruination 
of the kingdom 

earth bleeding into Stardust 
a time lost and forgotten 
in footnotes to the crime...

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Of paper and Ink
Warriors of words written in a land
Of Blood and broken toys
Jet black things
Set ice plains and caviar
Standing long into the starry night
Eyes...

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Where a newborn star lights 
the vault of heaven under the sky 
sapphire, high! 

You can find it there,
Not the product of a god or...

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Under the brittle bright cold moon, ice
cold skies far above clouds fly
the metallic worms bore deeply into my side 

they are made by no one...

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© Francis Maugo

The day I received the good news
At the hospital after the pregnancy test,
I was overwhelmed with mixed feelings: happiness and guilt
The breaking of...

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Act Eight, Chapter One. Part Two
                Part of a grander...

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Circler and sharp
Around and jagged
Disjoined in thought
Unfocused in point
Spinning out of control
Broken filaments of twine
Laced locked in gears
It is near the end of time
Nails of...

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Far Away

You, 
are not here. 
I wish that you were. 
The morning is bright, 
like when we were little, 
and there is a rooster crowing....

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Jars
Jagged remains 
jars of jagged broken glass 
youth swims into the past 
the end of spring 
the start of wages 
earned in the meager life...

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PEN A PANTOUM POETRY


Reminding Spanish flu Pandemic 1918
COVID-19 reigns over the entire world.
Everyone likes it to be free of it,
And to start life all over...

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