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Call Out Our Names

I came to Cincinnati when I was ten with my sister and my daddy and my mama’s best friend We’d left Lafayette on a midnight moon Mama was a waitress, worked till noon. I silently died in the back of the car Sister cried quietly in my arms We hid under covers ‘neath a midnight...

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Too Many

Too many dogs too many ukuleles Too many jog make me feel lazy Too many “Awwww!” Facebook baby Too many dogs too many ukuleles Too many canines, too many chords Too many great times I can’t afford Too much Brooklyn too many beards Too many good lookin’ not enough weird You might say there are...

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Your Name

So much in my life to be grateful for. High on that list would be Olivia, my daughter. I wrote this while reflecting on the day she was born. Your Name Click Here for Slideshow/song Why is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough...

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