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The Next Mass Shooting
The Next Mass Shooting
shell casings falling like hollow thoughts and prayers
Eddie Becker
May 25, 2022
A Late Night Visit to the Grave of a Long, Lost Friend
A Late Night Visit to the Grave of a Long, Lost Friend
goodbye is hello is goodbye
Eddie Becker
Feb 25, 2022
Tell The Babysitter We’ll Be Home Late Because a Jagged Edge Song Just Came On The Radio
Tell The Babysitter We’ll Be Home Late Because a Jagged Edge Song Just Came On The Radio
Keep the radio on and keep driving
Eddie Becker
Jan 31, 2022
There Are No Refunds
There Are No Refunds
Accepting what life is and what it will never be
Eddie Becker
Jan 21, 2022
Control
Control
A poem on thinking you have it to accepting you never did
Eddie Becker
Jan 7, 2022
Daylight Savings Time
Daylight Savings Time
Why does gaining an hour feel like losing time?
Eddie Becker
Nov 12, 2021
Seasons
Seasons
Change is inevitable; hope should be too
Eddie Becker
Nov 2, 2021
I Guess That’s Why They Call It The Blues
I Guess That’s Why They Call It The Blues
A poem about desperation and the ending of things
Eddie Becker
Sep 23, 2021
The Sum of All a Man Has is Not Enough to Write Power Ballads About
The Sum of All a Man Has is Not Enough to Write Power Ballads About
What defines a man anyway?
Eddie Becker
Sep 13, 2021
Here and There
Here and There
Leaving the TV on during 9/11
Eddie Becker
Sep 10, 2021
The Wild
The Wild
The beauty of nature is fleeting
Eddie Becker
Aug 4, 2021
Memories In Bloom Are Now Wilting
Memories In Bloom Are Now Wilting
3 short poems on Kurt Cobain
Eddie Becker
Jul 26, 2021
I Was A Groomsman at a Friend’s Wedding Once
I Was A Groomsman at a Friend’s Wedding Once
Going from “I Do” to “I Just Can’t Anymore”
Eddie Becker
Jul 21, 2021
Survival
Survival
Means different things to different people
Eddie Becker
May 28, 2021
Since 1981
Since 1981
In these forty years, not much has changed
Eddie Becker
May 21, 2021
Jenny
Jenny
We are all broken
Eddie Becker
May 14, 2021
Youth
Youth
We’re only young once
Eddie Becker
Apr 12, 2021
Maybe
Maybe
What we want is not enough
Eddie Becker
Apr 8, 2021
To Be An Ocean
To Be An Ocean
To be more powerful than we really are
Eddie Becker
Apr 1, 2021
Grandma
Grandma
Her hands were never fragile
Eddie Becker
Mar 9, 2021
Billie Holiday in Four Poems
Billie Holiday in Four Poems
beauty through a microphone of pain
Eddie Becker
Feb 26, 2021
Where We Are 17 Years Later
Where We Are 17 Years Later
We always wore a mask.
Eddie Becker
Jan 7, 2021
Wasted
Wasted
Life’s more than what’s inside the Red Solo Cup
Eddie Becker
Jan 2, 2021
Jackie Kennedy Looks Out of an Eighth-Floor Window One Autumn Morning
Jackie Kennedy Looks Out of an Eighth-Floor Window One Autumn Morning
How quickly things change
Eddie Becker
Dec 5, 2020
The Various Uses of Knives
The Various Uses of Knives
I’m a coward at loving you.
Eddie Becker
Aug 24, 2020
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