Tag Archives: NaPoWriMo

  1. Poem: Office visit – by Jim Aldrich |


    April 26 by The Running Son

    Office Visit   Boy, get up on that sofa there tell me your dreams, I’m listening. The world is cruel, …
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  2. Poem: The short happy life of a dopey occultist – by Jim Aldrich |


    April 25 by The Running Son

      ҳ̸Ҳ̸ҳ • The short happy life of a dopey occultist • ҳ̸Ҳ̸ҳ   We are insiders, two secrets locked …
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  3. Poem: Primal – by Jim Aldrich |


    April 22 by The Running Son

    Primal If I ever met Jesus I’d body-check Him. If I saw the Apostle Paul I’d map every detail; the …
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  4. Poem: The Passion – by Jim Aldrich |


    April 20 by The Running Son

    el pequeño chaman-The Little

    the passion   thorns in his hair, born of despair torn from his home, lord of the air looks to …
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  5. Poem: A kiss to send me off – by Jim Aldrich |


    April 20 by The Running Son

    If I Was Yours

      A kiss to send me off   One kiss can whisk me through your portal, and there I’ll orally …
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  6. Poem: Stasis – by Jim Aldrich |

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    April 19 by The Running Son

    adonde vivía yo-Where I Used to Live

    The other side of Stasis Without time, we might as well be stoned, or stone blind. Hell, you could be …
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  7. Poem: Castles – by Jim Aldrich |


    April 19 by The Running Son

    Skater's Wet Dream

    Castles   With one hand I comb the sand then suddenly, two feet! The sandman we now stand on, but …
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