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ManicDDaily · 2d ago

‘Obadiah Gets Helped Onto a Horse,” Charcoal

March, 2017, all rights reserved. 
ManicDDaily · 2d ago

Charcoal, “Flight”

March, 2017, all rights reserved.
ManicDDaily · 6d ago

Another Drawing, March 2017

Birds, girl, charcoal on paper, all rights reserved. 
ManicDDaily · 6d ago

Drawing on home in time of refugees

Hey All! I have not felt much like writing poetry in the last few months, but here is a drawing in pencil that I post in response to Brendan’s challenge on Real Toads to write, among other t...
ManicDDaily · 1M ago

To the Moon, 4 a.m.

To the Moon, 4 a.m. I thought I was the only one up, but there you were, turning the kitchen windows into blue stairwells. My eyes climbed to the surprise of your brightness, a not-quite-sph...
ManicDDaily · 1M ago

No Wall – Tourists in Berlin, ’65

No Wall – Tourists in Berlin, ’65 The wall was made of riddled cinder block with barbed wire atop; my parents bought me a pipecleaner-bodied doll in a dark felt uniform, supposed to be a bor...
ManicDDaily · 1M ago

1984/2017 Poem

1984/2017 Poem My fear too would be rats. I can’t even write of the pinkish paws, bucked gnaws– Oh, Christ, what is happening to my country? What cage are we locking ourselves into, what mas...
ManicDDaily · 1M ago

From DC (oh country mine)

From DC Oh country of the frozen chair, so blue in 1960 air that January asking not DC– oh country I was barely three– oh country of the stallion bearing the backward boots but three years l...
ManicDDaily · 1M ago

Gag Order

Gag Order After the tide took care, there were left coathangers. Their metal jetter than jackdaw–how sharply they gyred. The men urging the tide, the men who’d made pity less, used only wood...
ManicDDaily · 1M ago

Voice Calling For Personal Change

Voice Calling for Personal Change The voice in my head does not cry wolf, still it despairs of being listened to, though its timbre’s sharp as glisten on fresh snow– but oh how it carps, and...