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Rich Ferguson Poet
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L.A. poet / Performer / Educator
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Medicine the mad back to health. Make heartbreak a hammer, build a house to kitchen us back to comfort. A weapon is not the Constitution or Bible. Its ruptured rapture has no grasp of wisdom, philo…
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December 15, 2025 at 4:22 PM
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Mad Dog Moon
When the mad-dog moon moans, when the mad-dog moon bites, better remove the fever before the end of night. Lover in your bed, enemy at the edge of town, better square your black-cat debts before th…
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December 9, 2025 at 3:49 PM
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In the Sun’s Well-Lit Library
I got a night job proofreading clouds. After only one shift, I was amazed at how cacographic some clouds could be. One shaped as Belgrade spelled itself, Beauregard. Another that resembled a calend…
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December 6, 2025 at 4:32 PM
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Son
I am the son of the sun, a rising sun, a setting sun. I am the son of the one who climbs to the rooftop of a new moon and performs the dance of planet spin and star wobble. I am the son of a tombst…
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December 3, 2025 at 3:57 PM
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what i said when my therapist asked me about my mother
growing up, my mama would say the house of confidence ain’t built at the corner of cutthroat and cowardice. she’d say fear and adversity can make good teachers, but you wouldn’t wanna be their perm…
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November 17, 2025 at 3:50 PM
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What I Talk About When I Talk About Rain
Takes a fluid vocabulary to match rain’s freefall from the heavens into rivers and streams, onto farmlands and desert landscapes. Rain is liquid graffiti streaking buildings and freeway overpasses.…
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November 16, 2025 at 4:54 PM
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A Calling
Calling all poets and songbirds. Those that pray, not prey. All shopaholics at the Mall of Mercy. A Congress that actually engages in friendly congress. Calling all wildfires to take a chill pill. …
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November 13, 2025 at 4:24 PM
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And a Light
There’ll always be songbirds and saviors, corporations and cruelty, men more in love with money and their mirror reflection. Always amulets and talismans, potions and Ponzi schemes, a new wannabe d…
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November 8, 2025 at 4:48 PM
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What the Observant Postcard Told Me While Flying By
The dirty dishes of cockroaches and the dirty dishes of passing storm clouds. The chain-link fence surrounding stray dogs and the chain-link fence surrounding overly ambitious kisses. The revving e…
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November 6, 2025 at 3:53 PM
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Hands
Let’s talk about the hands— the ones that are wrecking balls, tearing away all that is beautiful. Those hands: the stain, the smear, reducing open spaces to wounds. They’re diligent, those hands. A…
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October 28, 2025 at 3:02 PM
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Just when I think
it’s safe to flirt with my mailbox, she dumps a bunch of junk mail in my lap. Goes to show you, I shouldn’t have snorted all that Cheetos dust as a child. Or spent all that time in the back of my h…
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October 22, 2025 at 2:57 PM
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Some Gone Calendars Ago
I was driving through a little town just outside Taos, New Mexico. It was early winter—the cold-toothed air bit into my flesh. The setting sun painted mountains in shades of blood and rust. Pale cl…
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October 21, 2025 at 2:56 PM
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It was the time when
drive-through palm-reading kiosks popped up all around town. You’d stick your hand into this machine, then a video screen would flash AI-generated images of you in various life scenarios: from rags…
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October 17, 2025 at 2:57 PM
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Lessons I’ve learned along the way
To live cavity-free in the candyland of karma is not an easy undertaking. The louder you turn up a rock song, the better it sounds, and the better you feel. Moon‘s got the sun in its back pocket. S…
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October 15, 2025 at 3:05 PM
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Just One of the Many Adventures St. Christopher Remembers
Those late-night drives when you’re weightless and in between places. When radio stations are plagued by ghost static, and resurrected as full-throttle blasts of rock and faraway voices discussing …
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October 11, 2025 at 3:40 PM
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What the Day Does in Some Places
A gun utters a death wish. A surgeon removes the wrong organ. A police helicopter circles above. Late afternoon does what it always does in some places, then slowly graffitis the sky to dark-scrawl…
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September 30, 2025 at 2:49 PM
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When the Desert Crosses Paths With a Feather
The desert gets lonely sometimes, so it decides to go on a blind date with a feather. The desert wants to stroll Santa Monica beach. The feather wants to float along on the Ferris wheel. Instead, t…
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September 27, 2025 at 3:28 PM
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Along the Boulevard
Spectral colors of a sweet-smile sundown fade as dusk offers a veil between the logical and mystagogic. Somewhere, the click of high heels becomes rosary beads, sending well-worn prayers up to a st…
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September 25, 2025 at 2:56 PM
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At the Corner of Dream and Despair
clouds hang low and birds must be reminded to sing. The priests of extinction sharpen their final words, while children sporting playground kicks float along as if gravity had never been invented. …
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September 23, 2025 at 3:08 PM
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If Only
If only the unseen had been seen. If only the What When Where and Why had been answered more truthfully. If only he’d turned left instead of hard right. Had the Buddha as his right-hand man. Was mo…
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September 19, 2025 at 2:34 PM
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It wasn’t the song so much as the moment
the way the needle kissed vinyl, the whisper and skip of static before a storm of sound— the slow-boom bloom of bass and drums, guitar a six-string current of honey and rust. The sound was well bey…
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September 3, 2025 at 2:51 PM
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The Inner Workings Revisited
Each day, the world’s headlines cause my smile’s font to grow a little smaller. All the hostility and instability: It’s like stumbling into someone’s memoir uninvited. Like a poorly constructed IKE…
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September 1, 2025 at 2:30 PM
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American Sentences
Zeitgeist of a late-summer love song still candy apple on our tongues. Intuition asking to re-tie its shoes whenever it missteps. So many promises of joy while just a few doors down from our hearts…
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August 28, 2025 at 2:03 PM
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Deep within our human archive
a blueprint of how to be a better we— a document chock-full of wit and invention, wisdom and intervention. Mantras foretelling the spontaneous combustion of our troubled ways. Elevation of a once-w…
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August 26, 2025 at 2:31 PM
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Human Mathematics
Divide your future death date by birthdate, and you’ll get a perfect circle of a life well lived. Multiply your number of pets and house plants by the times you wished you had more time, and you’ll…
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August 22, 2025 at 2:09 PM