Family Myth Poems

It was a strange and unexpected experience.  

Suddenly, I found myself in a place called Happy Valley. A man was on a park bench...

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Family of Gad
Has special power line
His might is his rod....

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VII.
It was one year, minus a day,
when Reg ventured back to her home,
he’d gotten work running cattle,
all over Nevada did roam.

But the whole time he...

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IV.
An awkward silence fell on them,
Reg felt bad, and looked at his feet,
“I didn’t mean to pry,”he said.
she laughed and said, “Don’t look so meek.

“There’s...

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...Now their have been sightings since that dark time,
like Bigfoot the giant myth will not die,
but as to the flesh-and-blood giant race
it is unlikely one...

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When death, like silence 
Creeps into or sleepy lives

We feel the moorings untie 
The threads that tangle our lives

We feel the currents of emotion upend...

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This room is odd…
Do I remember it? 
This house is big but surely…

I have been in this room before
The paintings are odd in subject matter,
Execution,...

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Along a quiet river to nowhere were styx lean like broken crosses. The wind is gentle with a sent of quite decay or is that...

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Pandora's Equation
 
The box was beautiful. 
It held everything ugly in one place. 
It was meant to be a prison, 
to create safety on the...

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Day Dreams

I love to have daydreams, 
about the nighttime. 
I believe I can see it all 
clearer in the light. 
I am not afraid of...

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He just ran off the cliff. 
The witnesses said something looked to have drove him wild.
A lady said that she saw a cloaked figure and...

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Quail Run

The birds are quiet in the morning. 
They eat the bugs on the ground, all around. 
They are beautiful. 
They are peaceful... 
They are...

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I sabotaged my eight-millimeter childhood.
I never knew Sartre
But I contorted my latex face,
Burying my nothingness in family films.
My child was scripted to be ugly, skipped...

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'Sleep my dear, else Hastar will come for you',
Cried the teary eyed lad, of barely ten and two,
His visage flushed in blood, as he sought...

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But like all memory, it fades as new ones are born
The memories rise to the surface and sink to the depth of obscurity

I remember all...

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