1. Poem: An Introduction

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    May 3 by The Running Son

        An Introduction     It’s time I introduce me, myself. Hi, I’m Jim. Glad to meet you. Maybe …
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  2. the mule

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    August 24 by The Running Son

    the mule Saint Malverde swing, sweaty, grinning, on your twine and leather dial. A ways back down the mesa, binocular …
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  3. night of the restless leg

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    July 28 by The Running Son

    night of the restless leg God, the buzzing one power pole insinuates in me! Out in the darkness halides hum …
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  4. Chaos & Order

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    June 24 by The Running Son

    Chaos & Order I am the primes that twin at the end of pi where chaos peaks. I see the …
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  5. PROMISED LAND

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    December 9 by The Running Son

         PROMISED LAND So strange, this striving by men locked in symbiotic dependance and the sharing of magnetism, and …
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  6. Windtown

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    December 4 by The Running Son

    Windtown Chill doom whistle through the window slit. Coyotes roam, at home in the wind current. All night long owls …
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  7. Never forget

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    December 4 by The Running Son

        Never forget In another life we’ll join hands. In another life the golden light that swells in my …
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  8. Drawing: “Hansel”

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    December 4 by The Running Son

    “Hansel” 11 x 14, pencil on vellum, Dec 2014

  9. The rubble that remains

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    September 11 by The Running Son

    The rubble that remains Where great legs once stood as sentinals proclaiming dominance from land to space, an annual itch …
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  10. why must it be

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    July 20 by The Running Son

      why must it be following pangs of birth comes bliss – one moment’s recognition of holy worth, to pain …
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  11. our song

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    July 6 by The Running Son

    our song work ethics spring free the genius frozen in thought at the throat. so sing free man! lest the …
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  12. preservation instinct

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    May 25 by The Running Son

    preservation instinct a half bleached bobcat skull propped atop a dry cholla branch wards off pigeons and people. cars passing …
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  13. two shadows

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    May 13 by The Running Son

    two shadows one decade gone and genghis khan was back and attacking and taking heads. ten more years might’ve castled …
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  14. stargaze

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    May 9 by The Running Son

    stargaze im trying to make pace in a world spinning way too fast. stars or negative space tracers create the …
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  15. just sterling

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    April 28 by The Running Son

    just sterling there’s no going back. clippers are way past the shelf. there’s mutiny among the cast and the damn …
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  16. middle places

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    April 28 by The Running Son

    middle places fourtyfive is only middle aged if i live to be a skull. at thirteen & a half i …
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  17. sustainability

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    April 26 by The Running Son

    sustainability desert folk are a particular type. trust me it takes a soft skin bitch from the ingratiating climes of …
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  18. the two

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    April 26 by The Running Son

    the two south of the sun man i also hang by cord and crossbeam. north man’s gone soft and his …
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  19. fifth period sniffles

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    April 25 by The Running Son

    fifth period sniffles fluid production. blood, tears. mucus. school’s a trick for new kids. bold inductions into old folds. lips, …
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  20. gas can

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    April 24 by The Running Son

    gas can sodium amber lamps and six lanes at three am. june gloom orange county south. disneyland couldn’t be more …
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  21. the stand

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    April 24 by The Running Son

     the stand the mountain is sheer the canyons are great we’ll press on ahead old foes in our wake our …
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  22. meteor shower

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    April 23 by The Running Son

     meteor shower Revolving is cleansing. The daily, the hundred year– the knowledge of it. You and me laid bare while …
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  23. how it coulda gone

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    April 21 by The Running Son

    how it coulda gone lugnut lost. no dime a dozen. but rubberneck detecting the chug of combustion. o jees. like …
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  24. an italian thing

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    April 20 by The Running Son

    an italian thing i wonder if any one poem has ever matched the effect of a shrug or a rye …
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  25. a rising

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    April 20 by The Running Son

    a rising once again that wool itch in the skin. spinsters descend with jugs and linger. pilate herding his legacy …
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  26. starlit

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    April 20 by The Running Son

    starlit still fabulous by the light of seventy votives arranged by heart. drapes part. on undressed weathered agarwood sits a …
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  27. echos

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    April 17 by The Running Son

    echos heard my name at the first taste of daylight. alone in a valley, between two mountain peaks. to my …
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  28. neovirginity

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    April 17 by The Running Son

    neovirginity i’ve preserved my breath. no carbon dioxides leaking for the tube-heads. my blood is iron and i am a …
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  29. the show

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    April 17 by The Running Son

    the show we’d just peaked on med grade mescaline. it was epic, oakland coliseum and dylan played a half set …
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  30. scourge of roses

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    April 17 by The Running Son

    scourge of roses if i had a million dollars i’d generate a black love market where petals are dried, ground …
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  31. faint

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    April 15 by The Running Son

    faint   i want to nap in the pile. plush throwback hall runner persian dream sequences scatter with a slap …
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