Best Muddied Poems

October: I'm eighteen, shortcutting home
through an autumn-burnished churchyard -
copper-lustred leaves, moss-skinned stone -
a jaunty swing of skater skirt and arm,
college folder square-sturdy in my hand.
In...

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"Amid the jagged shadows of mossy leafless boughs; "
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Every year from spring through fall, if you peered between the cattails you could see the swans in the center of the pond, head to...

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"Escalating the Muse"



Written on the body
passive complacence
stretches sharp ink 
etched pain in the soul
then real beauty 
from the 
Book of Truth, 

a page moored
in transparent...

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The Dream, The Judgement And The Final Plea


If my beating heart were to be graded,
Through clear prism of hidden things not oft seen;
Let it be...

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i lay stilled atop this muddied cold ground
a castaway like autumn's leaves deadened
unable, unwilling to move around
i sit bloodied, like skies of dawn, reddened

i am...

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Dreams herein, our progeny, still birth sometimes inside,
blind and rigor twisted, formless foetuses upon
the terrace steps where innocence bled and occasionally died
screeching for salvation when...

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"You’re It, The Secret"



Inside you
a whole new world

Outside 
You … exist

Outside
the game is ‘resist’

such an anxious world
the questions forever 

pressing on 
You

wanting answers
your gardens soiled...

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“Don’t turn your back on the water...” my grandmother told me as I
skimmed stones across the tiny ripples of rock pools. 
Small scaly creatures and...

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The Elected

Sharks leave the water to campaign on land
Drink Champagne at political parties
Draw blood; circle around, troll for enemies 
Take contributions with a wink
Tease young...

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Sitting on this roof,
seeing the colored lights in neighboring windows
finding frosted panes in abstract happiness,
as winter’s wind howls about my face

Speakers blare in cramping holiday...

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I looked off
Into great distance…
Little things
No longer distinguishable-
Those subtle differences
I could never name
Anyway,
Could never paint,
Stubbornly refusing
The prime of my colors,
Shapes and strokes
Of my pithy brush-
My...

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I opened the rusted iron gateway
bound in chain and wire, to find a landing
caked in muddied footprints, scattered about like roaches
Magpie shadows course the rain...

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I saw him again, late last night,
staring off in the distance under the star's gentle light.
He stands there staring, trembling with hurt,
numbly never moving, never...

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