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made a confession

A Poem by Shea Eugene

I made a confession it took some doing I shaped it just so as though I had honest hands and painful years of mastery in the craft of it..

back against marble

A Poem by Shea Eugene

My back against marble Son House in my ears January ground seeping into the seat of my jeansI am elated to have this preview to finger-read old words ..

things I wanted to be

A Poem by Shea Eugene

Of all the things I have ever wanted to beof all the roles I would step intoand of all the masks I would wearand of all the paths I would wanderand of..

in this atmosphere

A Poem by Shea Eugene

All the proof I will ever need proof for or proof against will be found where I look for it See I see with eyes forged with desire and the color..

Raving Jay

A Poem by Shea Eugene

Well he wasn’t exactly raving but I always assume the adjective when someone can speak non-stop on political corruption and secret ..

Reflecting

A Poem by Shea Eugene

This dust is a well-polished accuser against me If I lived in the wind I might have less to show but more of a story to tell like a carve..

A cubit high

A Poem by Shea Eugene

I was compelled to this page But once it was no longer empty Something was lost It was Something Something of an altar A presence of w..