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3 chords and the truth (6 if you want me to lie)
Please join my email list, and receive a free PDF copy of my book “Misplaced Heart: stories of love and longing,” by contacting me at: backroadpoetry@gmail.com
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Please join my email list, and receive a free PDF copy of my book “Misplaced Heart: stories of love and longing,” by contacting me at: backroadpoetry@gmail.com
My eBooks of poetry and romance are available at Etsy – please visit my page:
Please join my email list, and receive a free PDF copy of my book “Misplaced Heart: stories of love and longing,” by contacting me at: backroadpoetry@gmail.com
My eBooks of poetry and romance are available at Etsy – please visit my page:

Please join my email list, and receive a free PDF copy of my book “Misplaced Heart: stories of love and longing,” by contacting me at: backroadpoetry@gmail.com
My eBooks of poetry and romance are available at Etsy – please visit my page:
Please join my email list, and receive a free PDF copy of my book “Misplaced Heart: stories of love and longing,” by contacting me at: backroadpoetry@gmail.com
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Like I suppose Columbus held
while he sailed the ocean blue,
I try to locate you with
a brass compass.
Like I’ve seen Gandhi wear,
while nonviolently battling the Brits,
I battle old photos through clear
round gold frames
Like I learned da Vinci designed,
in between the helicopter and scuba gear,
on my wall waiting for you to return
is a painfully accurate clock.
Like we were taught Hancock wielded
to sweep his name on the Declaration,
on my desk is a pen that I’ve used
to denounced my independence
Like I know Franklin used
when he discovered electricity,
I have a key and a string and a kite
that I send up daily like a beacon
hoping to be struck so that you
will know that I’m still here
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Copyright 2012
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My poem – ‘Paperweight’ – nope appears on Soundcloud. Click over and have a listen!
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“Steven covers a huge range of situations that complete the human experience; from love to anger, sadness to happiness they are all covered. Many of the stories had me reflecting on my own life, what I’ve done and how I’ve come to be where I am now. He is a great storyteller and is well worth reading.”
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I have become a
front porch Bell jar wino
looking for yesterday
But all I want is to be
a back alley junkie
freebasing glimpses of tomorrow
And on each day of your absence
I’ve received a morphine drip
of your perceived value
While fearing the dark
and squinting to find
your fading light
At first we loved slowly
as if our touch was a match
that would send up any remaining oxygen
But later we found out we matched
however not each other
causing us to softly fade
Like a cry for help in a soundproof room
or a reframed photograph hung on a different wall
all leading to your evaporation.
So now I’m stuck
and have abandoned myself
on a Formica counter swivel stool
With an empty plastic
methadone shot glass
in one hand
Writing this diner placemat love note with the other
mind failing and my heart barely strong enough
to pump your entire short life.
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Copyright 2013
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Gunpowder ghosts
I am unsure that you still exist because
my memories are grainy and out of focus
like films of bigfoot
lumbering across the landscape
leaving footprints real or not
Perhaps you’re still here and
are held up by invisible strings
like blurry pie plates in UFO films
that we once watched on a
second hand black and white Zenith
I have tried to find you
in movies of the Bermuda Triangle
between the invisible wreckage
of hull and fuselage on
the possible coast of Atlantis
Unclear and unstill the
photos of Loch Ness
forbid me from finding you
on her shores in the Highlands
and in the shadows of sea serpents
Finally six stories above
Zapruder’s 8mm vantage point
among the gunpowder ghosts of
Jack and Oswald and Ruby
I find you deciding whether you
are anything more than a hoax
as you polish your barrel
and weigh the options of
pulling your own trigger
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copyright 2014
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