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    “Signal 23,” a very old cops beat, print-out poem

    I wish I might resent you, or Fate or / my itinerant Guardian Angel. Yet who / indeed might I blame? / Your world has failed, I say. / But it goes on, rotating beneath / the feet of that gesticulating man ...

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    “Time Happens,” an Illustrated Poem

    That feeling you get after the days turn into weeks and then into decades, and you look in the mirror one morning ...

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  • Poetry

    ‘THE BUCK’: A Dollar Store Haiku

    What can I say? Sometimes, you just have to write a haiku about the Dollar Store. They should sell it there. For a dollar.

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  • Essays,  Poetry

    The night he watched the skies for others

    Dots of satellites, / slow-moving stars / high high overhead, / always circling the / marble of the earth, / pass by well past / midnight, far above / the push-up Appalachians ...

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  • Art,  Poems

    ‘A Dream of Perfect Motion’

    I've spent years collecting footage of trains rumbling through West Virginia's hills, dales & valleys. I also scribble poems that play on Buddhist allusions. And there's this electronic music maestro I know named Lucas the Flow, who composes ethereal tunes. Mix them together and this is what you get ...

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  • Poetry

    ‘Welcome to the Past’

    It is lovely here, this place you call the past, / but which is my present. We meet in the middle, / upon this bridge of words ...

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  • Poetry

    ‘8 Foot Notes from a Dancer’s Diary’

    We prance across the floor & close / the space. Until I see your back to me, those hips, an intoxicating / whiff of shampoo, the outline of your lips, an accidental touch, / matched rhythms, yes, our bodies talking on a wavelength our / minds cannot access ...

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  • Poems,  Poetry

    Short Poems & Epigrams for an Autumn Day

    Sometimes, you gotta go short, instead of long. A sampling of short poems and epigrams in advance of an autumnal reading amid the West Virginia trees.

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  • Essays

    ‘The Religion of Want’

    How hard it is to dream, / to dream well. Besieged by / wants, missing what’s not / there. Wanting what we / cannot have, or could, at a / high cost of misery ...

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  • Poetry

    ‘So Special’

    'I think that I cannot be killed, / that my work is incomplete, / my dreams / not yet completely manifested … / Why do we think this way?'

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  • Essays

    ‘All These Pages’

    As a writer, purveyor, and publisher of creative works, I am constantly wrestling with my ego’s desire to see such work as of lasting significance, a hedge against my own mortality. Yet such works, too, will soon pass on by and melt away, swallowed by the river of time. Here’s a video-poem about that.

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  • Essays,  Poetry,  Video

    “The Green, Green Hills of Earth”

    When the azaleas burst into bloom around a Buddha given me by a dear, departed, harmonic soulmate, it was time to set her memorial song to imagery of the green, green hills of Earthh ...

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  • Poetry

    For when you are struggling in your art …

    What does it mean when you are you struggling and wrestling with your writing or art? Nayyirah Waheed sums up.

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  • Poems

    ‘Killer on the Loose’

    My beard is trimmed close to the flesh, so the strong coffee barely touches my mustache, leaving a scent of dark chocolate and turned soil. / I have never learned to tell the truth, dressing instead in these words for a passeggiatta in the cool September sun.

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  • Memoir,  Photography,  Poetry

    ‘What Does the Past Look Like?’

    A more Catholic grade school name you could / not conjure — Our Lady of the Rosary. Where, on a / bright Saturday afternoon, I'm surprised to find / an orange traffic cone propping open a first-floor / door. And so, as one will do when invited by the / cosmos to stroll the hallways where you once / walked a half-century gone, I walk in.

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TheStoryIsTheThing features poetry, essays, photo-essays & experimental video by writer, editor, multimedia producer, and itinerant musician Douglas John Imbrogno. SUBSCRIBE: thestoryisthething.substack.com | An AmpMediaProject.com production. REACH ME via the Contact page or email: douglaseyeATgmail.com

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