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— Recent Poems —

• And I still don't know what to make of your friendship

  by cone (i, iii, v, vii, ix, xi), and lex (ii, iv, vi, viii, x, xii)

  I

  And I still don't know what to make of your friendship

  II

  Shadow? Facet? A more splendid version of who we are?

  III

  This change is thrilling; the leap unknown but comforting somehow

  IV

  Letting go means having hands empty to receive what's next

  V

  Awakening like Spring full of surprising feelings and longings

  VI

  Created new as buds of emotion holding the flower’s promise

  VII

  Smiling from deep within and truly relishing the moment

  VIII

  and smiling more seeing ahead to joys ever unfolding

  IX

  The realization of happiness feels almost foreign and yet

  X

  so true as to have been merely lain aside, but was always at hand

  XI

  so ready, so willing; a synergy like nothing I've ever experienced

  XII

  together we are the best of each other and yet something so much more
• Ever think, feel, perceive something and want desperately to share it w/someone; and can't? And know you never can?

  by jared (i, iii, v), and cone (ii, iv, vi)

  I

  Ever think, feel, perceive something and want desperately to share it w/someone; and can't? And know you never can?

  II

  Yes. Yes! How frustrating and very disappointing that can be sometimes and yet

  III

  "that," means nothing; we do the frustrating and disappointing and yet

  IV

  whether or not what we experience is a direct result of deciding to actively pursue clarity

  V

  Some might call it opening the eyes, unplugging the ears and closing the mouth; oh and tuning out the committee

  VI

  And some might call it blowing the top off the social norms if some magic hand were writing the script
• Listen to the hemidemisemibreve, kay?

  by Chris (i), Kevin (ii), Trey (iii), Jason (iv), Dave (v), Stephanie (vi), and Abbie (vii)

  I

  Listen to the hemidemisemibreve, kay?

  II

  Follow down the ouncespounds and drownsarounds

  III

  Take a left turn once in pwnytown.

  IV

  Don't look up; they'll stare you down.

  V

  Just enough to silence your sounds

  VI

  They fall within reach and then float away

  VII

  Like a drop of rain outside my windowpane
• Ghosts' fingers in the red storm light sparkle and change

  by Holly (i, ix), Kevin (ii), Tamara (iii, vii), Derek (iv), Jana (v), voluminous (vi), danellopee (viii), and Wayne (x)

  I

  Ghosts' fingers in the red storm light sparkle and change

  II

  Dazzling me with their sepulchral dance

  III

  Caring not, yet leaving me bereft of pants

  IV

  Wanting not, yet making elaborate plans

  V

  The snowman sings and dances alone.

  VI

  giggling, the little girls pounces, and scoops herself a fresh ice-cone

  VII

  I smile & close the curtains. Where my bitches at? Time for a fresh ice-bone.

  VIII

  Costco Astroglide 50 gallon drum. Foolhardy? Prescient? I couldn't say.

  IX

  My beanie baby collection, my sense of preparedness, and thee!

  X

  But Beanie batch belies brittleness because burst bubble broke bank barring bright side; looks like the kids are going to community college.
• Home again, I find myself

  by Nancy (i, iv), Liz (ii), and Preston (iii)

  I

  Home again, I find myself

  II

  Humming the tune to words lost, back home again in Indiana;

  III

  thanking and praising the Lord...that we ain't in Alabama;

  IV

  She clutched her cabana Lilly to her breast