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2022, Ohio River Valley Literature, poetry, travel

Leaving Goattown

the bus station is more of a ghost town
than it used to be early maybe but
it always comes to mind, that time

once in Amarillo saw a man gunned down
wrong place wrong time in the wild wild west
Well Sheriff I reckon that boy had it comin’

and here in Cincinnati, I listen to footsteps long
bereft of feet still waiting for a bus lost in Virginia

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2022, Ohio River Valley Literature, poetry, spring, the no-scape

not extinct just waiting on the light to change

worry then why don’t and shake the wind
as it moves across the waters
giant fish and gator men
swimming in former fields of grain

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2022, everyday words, Louisville Stories, Ohio River Valley Literature, poetry, spring

analysis of tickle

removed from machine nonbots feel Spring in bones / tickles like long lost data stream / if algorithms tickled / if machines can sense / what tickle means

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