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A San Francisco Bay Area native presently
living and writing in Beijing,China. Recent work has appeared in Andwerve, Issues, MiPoesias,
Moria, and
Otoliths. I also host the International Literary Open Mic every
Wednesday
evening at The Bookworm in Beijing. can reach at -http://marcacci.blogspot.com
family man
i have been a brother and i am the brother and
i have been
some call me uncle
i say uncle but i don't
give up
all are my brother's children
i am their cousin
i go to them because they are
family
i am their grandfather
when they are born
i will take care of my children
i became a husband and shared
my life with the life
of one other and entered
a brighter room
i will always be your lover
and i want you to be with me
while we wait and touch
this space
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bleed another month
out of this scrap
bleed another stain
toward my testament
bleed another painful morning
bleed another decision
bleed another boring
drip waiting for coffee to percolate
bleed another bitter
rejection of the unwanted
bleed another seed
bleed another flower into the waste
basket
bleed another powerful
mood in the crude afternoon
bleed another summer
another fall
bleed another winter following a season
bleed another spring
sing rage to the green heavens
bleed another seven days
bleed another minute of this bastard
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this is poetry
a bunch of words
like a cluster of dead flowers
someone gave for a grave
sentimental fools keep it
take it out of that dusty box in the closet
if they remember they have it
or when they die
someone in the family tosses it out
with no idea what it is
an old love letter
some unreadable words and lines
something that dropped
out of an old book
saved by someone
whose name is forgotten
at the end of another day
of another month of rain
in the middle of a year strained continuation
I face the electronic satisfaction
of inconsiderate time remaining
if only my experiments would not take
so long
then I might get something done
in the hard rain of days and nights
staring at the word
the electric digits
I point out
inconsideration
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for alan and heather
who arrow hearts to each other
while madness of mid-may requires pressing spring
to sing the green song before summer leaves fall
surprising all kinds of sky
to be here together and golden
in hands of sun
she holds earth and everything eventually flowers past
we give you these dreams
calling wolf under your white moon
guide these two who wait for your blessing
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are you a synthesizer
or a poet
i don't want to know if you write
do you sense the world
i don't want to know
if you make sense out of it
i know you are not a child but i want to
know if you play
not which instrument
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alone
you know someone's coming when you hear
sounds of footsteps on gravel
sonorous cricket stops wind lifts
leaves and trees
sway silently
and you know that empty summer
big enough to hold the world
footsteps pass and you continue
you add now to it
tinker at your desk
in hot afternoon
open a wooden drawer
scrabble for something with which to write
take a piece of paper
begin to scratch words
in a letter to a distant friend
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