My Fellow Americans

My brother is a pre-existing condition
His bride an idiopathic unnamed disease
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Not The Usual Suspects

      CRANE UP VERBAL KINT’S BODY
      Verbal lights a cigarette, using both his good hand and the one
      which is supposedly “bad,” then turns and sees the car running
      alongside.
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My Years with the Savages

On August 18, an “Unclaimed Person” report was created in Parkland, Washington, for Jeffrey Lee Savage, whose body was found on August 10. Says the report, “This 64-year-old male died at his encampment residence due to causes still under investigation. Pierce County Medical Examiner’s Office has been unable to locate family or friends able to claim their remains.”

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Stacey

Red-dust road winds away from mailbox
through perennial sorghum stubble
toward a phalanx of stunted Texas trees
of indeterminate and eternal species

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Prevailing Winds

                Halfway to somewhere on the Waterville plateau
               a sprawling ranch house clings to the terrain;
              a muddled mix of stunted cedar, fir, and pine
             harbors and obscures the barn and grounds.
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God Did Not Smile

God did not smile upon the former president
when he narrowly avoided a fragmented skull.
God did not smile when a second errant shot
instantly killed an onlooker in the stands.
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Finch Against Chickadee

after Anne Peck’s paintings

Competitive birds, we,
as if we have not enough air
or sunflower seed in this world.

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Learning Lessened

Lunch time on the playground
and I sit with my barnyard lunchbox
on the curb by the foursquare court.

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Hospice

Just south of Cannon Beach North
on the river’s opposite shore
our desperate companion towers
over the bank of the Methow.

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Life Sentences

Life is the longest sentence possible.
We’ve not words enough to circumscribe
all it aims to squelch—so harsh
as to end meaningful existence.

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