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Poetry Critical 2.0

Hey guys, Donald here.

In a few weeks, this site will be 9 years old. 9 years! And I still know some of the earliest submissions by heart.

But, boy. That’s like 102 in web-years. So it’s time for something new. I’m building that something now with my nights-and-weekend minutes (and plenty of coffee). Buy me a cup?

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Random Poem:

With my Father, age 11
JD

When I am eleven and studying
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The United State capitals
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my father creeps into the kitchen
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aimless and glue-eyed
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his paper brown hands carefully
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cradling his coffee mug
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like a small tortured bird.
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He sits beside me at the table
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says grandpa once worked in Delaware
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in a small shoe factory
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where the cold oiled machines
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broke down easily
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and each shoe was hand stitched
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by old immigrant men
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who missed their families
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and the rich colors
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of their country’s sunset.
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When my father was eleven
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he knew his father
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like I know my father:
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heavy-hearted, an arm’s width
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through the ten-minute drive home
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from softball games
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and the occasional favor
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of pulling a loose baby tooth.
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When I am eleven
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my father sits beside me at the table
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and somewhere between Boston and Hartford
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he softly apologizes for the divorce
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and not trying harder
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his words spill over me
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warm and bitter from his coffee
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he tells me he will miss our family
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and I think of my grandfather
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heavy-hearted, an arm’s width,
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an immigrant without a country.
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