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Caught, between the roar of traffic and the hum of 787s that fly overhead, the Meadowlands sit like an oasis in a desert of tar.  Made up of mostly salt water estuary’s and miles of gold and green vegetation, a Darwinian like society struggles for...

His shirt isn’t red. Maybe burgundy or maroon. But certainly not red. This means nothing as the night crew files in assembly, red poppies in the midst of decay. No one is young anymore. At 18, the boys are 50. Back braces their only companions...

Hoodie   Fibers stitched darkness like tone of skin, his total blackout.   This zipper tends to get stuck on rainy days like this.   One sleeve holding stately can cellphone in the other.   Pocket containing rain-bow, chase-   Footsteps, heavy. Staunch breath of assumption.   'Fucking punk' calls it in,   my string pulled so hard, almost rip   bear trap tug of war back & forth,   over what?   Scrape fallen, yoked   gotten.     Hole shot through dark fibers.   His taken not mistaken Identity.   Justice lynched.   Maybe on this day he should have worn   white   instead.                                                                                                                   Hoodie   Fibers...

Hollow-hearted, hollow-handed, they went hungry up the mountains, branch by branch taking down the trees. the poor  people and merchants of Haiti cut them down for coal, uprooting, deforesting, devastating the green for survival. Like the politicians uprooting the teaching of our ancestors Du sol soyons seuls maîtres! Their motto: Divide and conquer They turn...

[quote]From scene to shining scene, tassel after tassel shiver and shift.[/quote] You can swim in the bough of this beginning-- (along the green bow without barnacles). The mix of meadow grasses sway like a smooth ocean swell. Cattails and cord grass, the uncontainable common reed surge together. The collective scallop of cumulous clouds are...