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“Cicadas” coming soon!

I’m pleased to let everyone know that I will be releasing a collection of new poems in April.

“Cicadas” will be available in Kindle and ebook versions first, paperbacks to follow as soon as I determine where my POD services will be.

Here is a rough of the potential cover, as always, thoughts and criticisms are welcome.

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Four 22

  
Grass grows up 

between sun bleached

ribs and pelvis

Leaf litter lays

obscured by its insistence

New days rise up

upon the bones of the past

rejoice

in your moment

before the moment has passed.

© Erik Hansen 2016

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Four 20

  

Crows’ chortle and quork
echoes through the pines

like laughter in a church
inviting us to take solace

in the forests’ serene majesty.

© Erik Hansen 2016

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Simulacrum

  
It sinks deep into your muddled

mind

late night, dream state

the pins and needles

of a sleeping limb,

tongue probing

for an absent tooth,

the chafe of the tether

pulled from your grasping

hands,

then reality stakes its claim

and upon waking you catch 

your breath,

seeking her scent upon the air,

stroking the sheets,

you find them cold.

© Erik Hansen 2016

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Four Seventeen

  
I remember holding her

so small 

so fragile

her cries were so soft

I determined to never let her go

Today is her eighteenth birthday

I made her crepes

her favorite

and we talk 

of what she might want to do

after college

God

I love her so much.
© Erik Hansen 2016

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Four 15

  
your breath plumes out

into the chill morning air

cold slowly cut

by the rising sun

the woods are slow

waking up

your footfalls; cymbals crashing

so you stop and watch

and listen

as it all unfolds.

© Erik Hansen 2016

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Four Fourteen

  
The April sun

stretches fingers 

through leafless tree tops

its warmth welcome

within the tiny patch

you chose to stand in

free from shadow.
© Erik Hansen 2016

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Four One

Once her hair hung down
her back
rich, shiny, black
Like a crows’ or Grackles’ feathers
Or piled up tight
in a bun
stuck with pins
you could barely see
Now age has cropped it
to a utilitarian length
silver white it shines
from between the flowers
she has painstakingly nurtured
in her gardens
like the full spring moon
high
in the daytime sky.

© Erik Hansen 2016

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Thread

  

Slow down the years

A tired town lingers

Hanging on by just

A thread

Unravelled from a well worn

Coat that clings

To cardboard cut out 

Scarecrow shoulders.

Broken apple crates

Lean in drunken stacks

And the green sea of suckers

Rises up in its hungry overgrowth 

to swallow idle tractors

And broke wheeled wagons

By the hundreds.

© Erik Hansen 2015

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Four Seven

  

Four Seven

Your stomach churns

With the questions

Where are they?

What happened?

How?

Why?

Clouds obscure the sun

Rains come and never cease

Hope is a paralytic

We long for the grief

To move on.

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