poem Archives - Rick Baldwin

Barn

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Gray bones, having defied weather of an uncertain century, prop the structure with proud...

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The nail resists being struck folding at the impact is straightened and hit again buckling and...

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Life is a forever burning fire from which the flame of you fleetingly flickers; before, in a...

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a wooden line of lovers like rotting fence posts each stake more weathered and hollow than the...

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When she carved the pumpkin her hands sunk deep into it then, as she scooped the flesh, she...

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Murder at midnight. Scarlet taillights drape a bloody sheet over the Oldsmobile’s cold, green...

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The scant, gray roomWhere you forced me to liveMe, like a foxSilken, amber furWith hungry teeth I...