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Christopher Fox Graham

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Love Was / Love Is by foxthepoet, literature

Dear Daughter, [We're Having Twins] by foxthepoet, literature

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Dear Daughter, [We're Having Twins]

Dear daughter, for the last three and a half years you, your mother and I have been a trifecta of awesome you the cataclysm your mother the emergency response and me the PR department I cannot predict you nor aid in the recovery like your mother I merely tell strangers, “it could be worse “be thankful this is as bad as it was “this is the damage you can expect to see “now, go and tell your relatives you survived “warn them of what's on the horizon” for three and a half years you have been the center of our world now, two planets will emerge from the darkness twin stars rising above the horizon a pair of orbs to orbit alongside you I am sorry you are no longer solo but I am not sorry you are no longer solo your mother is doing all the labor I only assisted I am the RBI Mission Control riding shotgun on this out of control stagecoach off the cliff of having twins You have not gained competitors nor enemies but co-conspirators allies in your little girl revolution fellow

When She Asks About The Photo by foxthepoet, literature

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When She Asks About The Photo

When she asks about the photo do not tell her that is her great-grandma the woman she just met weeks ago for the first time the woman whose name she shares whose blood beats in your mother's heart in your heart and in hers who held her weeks ago taught her how to pet a dog gently so he would not nip at her fingers who gave her Teddy Grahams in a Ziploc bag when she asked you, daddy, for a snack she was always giving that way do not confirm who the woman in the photo is she already knows because her heart beats the same blood as your heart as your mother's and great-grandma's blood knows blood despite the distance between computer screens DNA is a helix handshake defying the digital wrapping through history but she will ask still and you will tell her When she asks why great-grandma is in the hospital do not tell her great-grandma is dying the woman she just met weeks ago you knew she was dying that's why you went why you boarded the plane with your mother and your daughter drove

Open Letter to the Women on Tinder by foxthepoet, literature

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Open Letter to the Women on Tinder

Maddy, 21, Northern Arizona University while I find your pink hair punky and cute and your nose piercing a subtle rebellion against your Baptist upbringing that I would certainly encourage ... perhaps too far ... until your arms were awash in a “Fuck Jesus” tattooed sleeve we will show off to your parents at Thanksgiving I must regretfully inform you that as it happens, there is a redheaded woman who has captured my interest thus henceforth, I will be unavailable to foster your personal experimentation Kase, 34, UCLA I noticed that you opt to spell K-A-S-E, sans accent mark, thus I appreciate your sense of brevity and getting to the point even in neglecting the apostrophe in “I’m” to save yourself a keystroke, yet, it is my sad duty to report that we will never clip sentences together, as there happens to be woman in my life of even shorter contextualization who can speak volumes with a glance hint with an eyebrow, that today, of all Tuesdays, there may

Autopsy 3944494 by foxthepoet, literature

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Autopsy 3944494

In memory of Sedona poet Chris Lane (Aug. 5, 1972-Aug. 19, 2012), survived by his wife Akasha, sons Oren, 8, and Zephryn, 3. When the Medical Examiner offers, decline the autopsy report instead remember him as a photograph, a memory of frozen time of some long, far-off roadtrip when you got too drunk to navigate feet in the right or left order and he carried you shoulder to shoulder back to the stranger’s sofa but if you must if curiosity or some sense of honoring the dead sways to accept, ignore the REPORTED CIRCUMSTANCES OF DEATH you already know the date seared into your skull turning mind to tombstone epitaph make note of the time “found unresponsive” always in military notation “in his residence” always approximate “by his wife” and you can count the minutes “pronounced dead” 292 minutes exactly from discovery to notification EXTERNAL EXAMINATION does not describe the man, no, he is internal the external is the zippered bag which carried him 394,494 is an even composite

Secretariat by foxthepoet, literature

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Secretariat

my daughter has a big heart as big as a horse she was born that way you can see it in the way she hugs the way she waves to anyone the way she sprints at full gallop when she sees her mother or me at the end of a day the way she says “bye bye” bringing joy to strangers who may never see her again they may not because my daughter has a big heart she was born that way we knew we were going to love her from the moment we knew we were pregnant she was going to have a big heart full of love because we were full of love for her we wanted nothing more than to have a daughter half her mother, half me we could raise in the way we were not free of judgment or useless tradition a wild horse, untamed and untamable in the days before she was born we found she had big heart too big we heard an unusual murmur caught by the ultrasound a hiccup of the heart too big for her tiny chest larger than it should be anterior ventricular aneurysm a bulge where the muscles of a valve had not yet formed not

Love Was / Love Is by foxthepoet, literature

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Love Was / Love Is

Love was giddy sensation hot stranger's lips, pressing on your own foreignness, distance new worlds unconquered your world, about to be Love was butterflies when she called wondering if tonight was the night fingertips easing under elastic not too fast to dispel over-eagerness not too slow to seem unintended Love was first time fingertip touched … you know … and you both lit up like Christmas trees, because there were presents coming tonight. Love was headed in the crook of the arm wrapped around flesh, staring at the ceiling more intently tonight, than you have done in your entire life thinking, “this happened “We are here” Love was popping into her workplace first time unannounced the light-up smiles because she knows you just came by to say hello Love was first shower together third dinner out when you got bloated belched all the way home Love was changing the flat tire, jumping the subway turnstile together, riding bicycles, side by side down that

On my back porch by foxthepoet, literature

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On my back porch

on my back porch through the floor-to-ceiling sliding glass door there is a weathered bottle of Guinness the frayed edges of the label marking the months since its abandonment from soft hands and mouth forever foreign to my own in the morning, the sunlit glint refracts midnight brown glass the original sin of my every sunrise the thumbprint on the Mona Lisa the first dent in a new car the D in algebra the hit-and-run body in the woods we never talk about keeping the scar of that night the conversation forever fresh her body his and your oblivious complicit silence in the years hence, when I think back about this home I will remember the southern view the sound of birds in the morning bees around dust the first soft snow of winter the creak of livingroom floorboards and this bottle refracting sunrise into my eyes a tangible manifestation of sin morning, after morning, after morning I am not writing this poem to ask for her forgiveness it’s too late for that nor my own

Hi, Moon by foxthepoet, literature

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Hi, Moon

She says “hi moon,” like they are old friends. With every day I spend with her I wonder if they are She knows where the moon is in the sky when I do not, and I have been walking on this earth compass in hand, for 40 times her life I rarely get lost yet, she seems to know where her old friend is every time we see him She says hi to the stars reaches up like she can touch them I want to explain to her the distance of light years How the balls of fire we see in the sky are millions of years older than us And even in our fastest ship We will never reach them in our lifetime I want to explain these things her but she's not old enough to understand the words And I wonder if she's right Because, truthfully, I do not know the length of a light year I have read it in books been told by wiser men and women than me And I believe them because that is what we must do to survive this world: believe those who study these things so we can go about our day living So I

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Artist // Professional // Literature

United States
Deviant for 20 years
foxthepoet.blogspot.com/
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Christopher Fox Graham is a Montana-born boy raised in Arizona to be a poet, artist, writer and sometimes singer with unending wanderlust. He's fascinated with art and other shiny things, a good story will keep him captivated and silent as he soaks you in.

In truth, he is good at only three things: poetry, kissing, and driving.

A slam poet since 2000, he has been on National Poetry Slam teams from Flagstaff, Arizona, in 2001, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2010, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017 and 2018 and runs the Sedona Poetry Slam in Sedona, Arizona.

His day job is managing editor of the Sedona Red Rock News. Husband of a pianist, they are the parents of one daughter and twins. All three have legal names that are haikus.

He believes that all slam poets are Jedis.

FoxThePoet blog: foxthepoet.blogspot.com/

Official website: foxthepoet.org/

Current Residence: Sedona, Arizona, USA

Favourite genre of music: original, indie

Favourite photographer: Sarrah Wile

Favourite style of art: Realism

Operating System: PC

MP3 player of choice: iPod nano

Skin of choice: Human

Favourite cartoon character: Calvin of Calvin and Hobbes

Personal Quote: In the tender brilliance of falling stars stereoscopic disability flattens things into 2 dimensions

Favourite Visual Artist

Brian Walker

Favourite Movies

Closer

Favourite TV Shows

Battlestar Galatica (reimagined), Firefly, Star Trek DS9

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Calexico

Favourite Books

Slam poetry chapbooks

Favourite Games

Poetry slam

Favourite Gaming Platform

Life

Tools of the Trade

Uniball Signo 207 or Pilot G2 0.7mm, always black ink

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foxthepoet

Jan 11, 2014

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mono22chrome

Dec 10, 2011

you sir, are amazing...

astrozombiesss

Sep 20, 2011

Hello Christopher!

this is Shernise! aka, tyler s. 's girlfriend.
saw your link on facebook!

Dancing-Naked

Mar 8, 2011

Thank you! I'll let you know when I share it.

Meow?

Not yet.

now's the time for an uninvited suggestion: perhaps you should collect all your haiku poems into a single deviation and number them for separation. my desire to read them all is losing its war with indolence. what do you think?

MusicalAlchemy

Mar 24, 2010

Forgive me for adding some of your poetry to my favourites with no comments. When something can be improved, i can offer criticism or words of help, but with your work there is none of that. I can only thank you for writing them, for putting my own thoughts and feelings into your words.

Thank you.