Poetry By
Michael J. Vaughn
Published on: 4/14/2015
Flea Market
We don't know how long Samsay has been selling his carved balsa paperweights, but we do notice that no one has the heart to tell him His sales are surprisingly brisk. Perhaps people enjoy the joke, or the story, or feel sorry for him People are drawn to inferior products. It reassures them that their lives are not so bad Jarif sells incense that smells like skunk. Perhaps this is to give to hateful people, in hopes that they will forget and light one up.
Published on: 4/9/2015
DIY
Come stand by the clock Watch the seconds on parade, the rose-covered floats, inflatable cartoon figures Curse the to-do list all you want, it may be what keeps you going. A new radiator and a clean bathroom may seem like small achievements, but they might be all you get The large victories are bashful and rare creatures, quick to bolt, slow in arriving, a longshot in the seventh race Savor the grease under your fingernails.
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