Wayne Tate

Joined July 2018

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For My Father
Father, Son a bond too often not nurtured — such is not our story — our story is strong as steel our story is forged by love
By Wayne Tate8 years ago in Poets
Thoughts While Eating Greek Yogurt with a Baby Spoon
there will be a day when you will wake up, look in the mirror and have no facial features, not even eyes, and you’ll beg the question, “did i ever need them all this time?”
By Wayne Tate8 years ago in Poets
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i knew a woman once who is the sweetest woman i ever dated. she squealed when she saw me, cut my toenails, and made me laugh at everything. i loved her the most and hurt her the most. i still look for her at my family’s Christmas gatherings or at our favorite restaurants. i miss her all of the time.
By Wayne Tate8 years ago in Poets
Some Days
some days i wake up, walk outside, take a drive and it feels like i am seeing the world for the first time some days i have no control
By Wayne Tate8 years ago in Poets
Another Name I'll Likely Never Know
i saw her on the fifth floor with her nose as close to an original Seurat as security would allow she was alone, and i immediately knew
By Wayne Tate8 years ago in Poets
Written on Check No. 62566
this morning i was scrubbing shampoo into my hair and squeaking clean my ears with my pointer fingers — still half asleep,
By Wayne Tate8 years ago in Poets
A True Story
there is a flea living in my hairy navel, a queer little bug named Francine from Mexico City’s finest tequila joint, and he told me once
By Wayne Tate8 years ago in Poets