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fabric folds and flat expanses
[This poem was first published in issue 9 of The Literary Hatchet. More details HERE] In the shadowed fabric folds and flat expanses of bed you’ve … more
“Prelude to silence” (August, 2011)
A volcano in the desert All it knows is reaching Tearful eruption Violent expression Full feeling Among quiet, shifting dunes. The sand urges … more
Terrifying Things with Stingers and Wings
A few nights ago, I had a dream: I was in a multi-level, open floor plan, lodge-style house with a large open space in the … more
2 a.m. on a Tuesday
You wake… and throw a sweaty arm through darkness in a perfect, practiced arc that impresses even you. Your hand, as if guided of its … more
Moving Out
(originally published here in The Commonline Journal) . . . Whatever you were seems more than you have become, but what you lost was dead … more
“right is just love” by Eric Dean, 2011
[Published in Tulsa Sunset Publications, issue #2 (2014)] That shiny armor’s gone, and I can’t compete with The me that met you, before I … more
“Goddess lie down” by Eric Dean, 2004ish
Goddess lie down. Must get so lonely on your mountain. Come and lie down in the dirt here next to me. Goddess, with your … more
“two small purple flowers” by Eric Dean, 2003ish
So I’m walking along this wooden fence…not atop, but next to. The fence is on my right, and it’s covered in dew. It’s probably early morning, because … more
“for him” by Eric Dean, 2008ish
[Originally published in issue #10 of The Literary Hatchet. You can find the poem on page 77 of the free download HERE, or order a print copy HERE.] … more