A poem by Doug Muder, 28 December 2004 Back from vacation, batteries spent,only my cards carry charges. Camera, shaver, phone — I barely have sockets for them all. Their tiny lights blink at me, and I watch them.
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A poem by Doug Muder, 28 December 2004 Back from vacation, batteries spent,only my cards carry charges. Camera, shaver, phone — I barely have sockets for them all. Their tiny lights blink at me, and I watch them.
Or “Mourning Person.” A poem by Doug Muder, 2006. These days I start my mornings in the Past with you.When the grayness before Dawn breaks through my window, when the trumpets of the Morning call me into battle,I resist. Holding my eyes closed tight,I retreat into my old half of the bedAnd slide backwards, month […]