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Continue reading →: “Rowing to a Standstill Sans Oars”
Sitting solo in a rowboat without oars Represents my feeling of anxiety perfectly You are at the mercy of the water But, nothing happens by worrying about that fact You either stay in the boat of get out of it Those are the only choices Acceptance of that reality is…
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Continue reading →: “Christ, Seas Abound”
“Christ, Seas Abound” When I see an empty rowboat in still waters I wonder how it got there? It floats on the water There are no oars upon it Nor, a person sitting in it Yet, calamity and crises seem certain— The tiny boat is still, but not safe It…
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Continue reading →: “The Measure of My Dreams”
Dear Readers, I’ve been on a bit of a mourn since this past Thursday when I heard the news that Shane MacGowan, lead singer of the Pogues and punk poet extraordianaire passed out of this world. Sometimes news has a way of hitting you in places you didn’t expect it…
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Continue reading →: “A Proportional Fall from Grace”
“A Proportional Fall from Grace” Coffee beans roasted to perfection Patience paying off in some measure The most welcome and most comfortable chill of Autumn That can be handled with cozy blanket warmth Looking for furnace noises with my ears Metallic mechanisms and air tickety-tack and vibrate towards a low…
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Continue reading →: “But, What About…?”
“But, What About…?” Large swirling strokes empty the vigor from an eager elbow Transmitting ideas forward to a fluid wrist and firm hand Ideas that were born of a brain sifting sensory tides Alive in the ocean of being Flopping about while trying to tread for existence Shapes…
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Continue reading →: “Sometimes, You Can’t Make It on Your Own”
There are certain days of the year when I pause to reflect. Father’s Day is among those days. It is a day to be present, but also to remember the past, with grand hopes for the future. I am a father going on 12 years now. I became one…
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Continue reading →: Summer Cottage
“Summer Cottage” Summer cottage Back from the sea Sand trails worn Salty breeze Past noon shadows ‘Round windows sneak Lazy naps Blissful peace Sunset wonder Horizon squeeze Barefoot stroll Soul at ease
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Continue reading →: “Garbage Poems”
“Garbage Poems“ Garbage poems find a home Pouring from my pen Garbage poems, parts unknown Not an if, but…when Garbage lines unrefined Jumping to the page Garbage lines of my mind Bring this poet shame Garbage rhymes passing time Poet’s praying priest Garbage rhymes human crimes Shepard’s saintly feast Garbage…
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I’m Christopher Paul Hickey
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