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Poetry, Remixed…

Poetry is supposed to be spoken out loud. Right? So a written down poem is inherently an impoverished poem. And a poem obtained too quickly and easily through the quick tapping and spellcheck of word processors might just be impoverished, … Continue reading

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This Water’s Not Hot

By David Wallace Fleming This water’s not hot No hot water I got Skin! not robot! And no, I not a tot But water, I likes it hot Look here, on this plot Where hot water went pot Was it … Continue reading

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Fun With Pronouns

By David Wallace Fleming I start every line with I Cuz I am less than we But how can that be? Well let’s just wait; let’s see There’s I and you, there’s me And he and she, and Old English … Continue reading

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Explanation of French Fries

By David Wallace Fleming You see, some French fries hot And some French fries not But if you’re a French fry You gotta give it all you got You gotta give it all you got Cause you ain’t no tattor … Continue reading

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Hypnoverse

PART I:  MEETING Open jawed pigeons hunt sidewalks for noon. There she indentured air—the fountainhead of freedom’s bursting,  torchlight agility. The choosiest chocolate stopwatch this grown melody; birds; emotive wreathes.

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I Want More

TOO STONED TO REMEMBER, it was nowhere near December And ‘though apathy did engender I drove myself to grocery store Badly wanting flavored floss because from stuck popcorn I was cross And hunting the last sedan spot had turned into … Continue reading

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