Loss Fiction Poems

Earthlings are pink and furry, they look like yetis spaceman said.
The king of Utombbiblia rolled his three eyes under his head.
That’s not the report I...

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                   Her last gold sunset
  ...

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...“ ‘I used to love talking with friends,
they gave such meaning to my life,
but after watching them all die…
it no longer makes my eyes bright.

“...

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Myths

When I was younger, 
just a little kid, 
I would read stories, 
of wondrous creatures, 
faraway lands, 
and people, 
that could do
incredible things. 
My imagination...

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"Dead Star Compass" 


When you’ve lost 
your entire world 
and there’s no return,
you either fold your cards
or join the Legion.

we fought 
on the front lines.

the...

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We grew up with sci-fiction,                                        ...

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Pushing past the tangles of imagery 
faded torn things better left unknown 
broken toys and metronomes tones 
scattered after a Wars drone 
the voices of...

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All long the wind swept streets 
vacant windows stare 
like absent eyes of statues 
Shuttered an abandon
standing there 
in their sites 
their hollow façades

Vacant faces...

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In my empire of dust 
I sit on a throne built 
of ruination and lost lust
I sit and think 
what has been seen 
what will...

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Loose Magic

Pee-a-boo, I see you...
Got your nose, 
and not your toes. 
Skipping rocks, 
and bubbles in the park. 

Eye contact from across the room, 
notes...

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Spaghetti

The meat, 
the cheese,
the sauce.

The smiles,
the laughs,
the wine.

The music, 
the song, 
the moment... 

The vow of forever!

Then...

You and I, 
and the garlic bread!



A. Foster, Ann...

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The Cat

It is late, 
nearly half-past nine. 
You are asleep beside me.
The clock on the wall is too loud. 
I need to buy another. 
This...

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Questions

What defines... success?
Is it how many people you know. 
Is it where you have been, 
or where you will go? 

Is it who you talk...

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U

It is cool here. 
Is it hot there?
You have not written. 
I have not received...
a letter.

Do you think of me?
I remember you. 
I can not...

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About the digital age and loss of human fidelity and meaning 

South core stabilized after all the smoke had cleared.   

None could understand...

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