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Author’s Monkey Mind

Posted on January 30, 2016 by Charles Yallowitz

A long exhausting day Where the mind wanders Distractions yanking it  away So progress takes a hit Just like the friggin’ phone Mourning lost time The author crawls into the cot Pillow stealing muscles’ strength Blanket tickling at his nose … Continue reading →

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Raise a Glass

Posted on January 1, 2016 by Charles Yallowitz

We raise a glass to all our friends Of the past and present To those you knew Within your youthful days To the ones you meet Along your winding path To the pals who wandered far away Never entering your … Continue reading →

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Scholar Flies

Posted on December 25, 2015 by Charles Yallowitz

They emerged Upon the start of all Born from the corpse Of a timeless void Murdered By the opening of history Called the Scholar Flies They form the greatest swarm Releasing a thunderous hum As if they are pondering All … Continue reading →

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Night of the Ghost Dance

Posted on December 18, 2015 by Charles Yallowitz

Starry skies are set abuzz Killing all but a lonely echo Evil rises in moonlight dim Leaving their shadowy tomb Ears of vapor listen for the concert To tell them when to dance Once it starts, the dance is endless … Continue reading →

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Life and Times of Ichabod Jones (A Poem)

Posted on December 11, 2015 by Charles Yallowitz

I stumbled onto this poem and was surprised to find that I never posted it.  For those that don’t know or remember, Ichabod Jones became Ichabod Brooks.  This stems from his original incarnation.  The title make work if I ever … Continue reading →

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Don’t Kill Over Stolen Milk

Posted on December 4, 2015 by Charles Yallowitz

This is an old poem from long before I got serious about it.  It aimed more humor than any type of form.  A true story from college too.  Though the last line doesn’t really hold true. Stuck in class Breakfast … Continue reading →

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Dreaming of the Perfect Day

Posted on November 20, 2015 by Charles Yallowitz

I wish for the perfect day Where nothing is on my shoulders And the future will not turn bleak No errands on the list Or responsibilities to cause stress Everything is in others hands So that I may rest That … Continue reading →

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In Memory of Sleep

Posted on November 7, 2015 by Charles Yallowitz

A glorious weekend That starts before the light Not with a whisper Or an alarm Or the urging call of nature The child can be heard talking Announcing his arrival Going back to close his door Then hurrying across Imaginary … Continue reading →

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Swallowed by Gaia

Posted on November 6, 2015 by Charles Yallowitz

(Before the poem, this was one of my favorite games as a teen and I typed in ‘Earthen Womb’ for a picture. Found it funny that this piece of my past turned up when I was in the mood for … Continue reading →

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The Rug Is Pulled . . . Again

Posted on September 29, 2015 by Charles Yallowitz

Stability found Then lost without reason Leaving you confused Life has ripped the floor from below Dropping you into a blender A ride you know too well The pieces gained Are ground into dust and pulp Perhaps to be replaced … Continue reading →

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