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October 7, 2018 |
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MOTHER, MY ASHES My house burned and now your ashes are mingled with those of my home— beds and scraps of poetry and walls. The April skies are a blue hum that turns to gray water...
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June 3, 2018 |
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I thirst and thirst but never drown, can’t help but to swallow the things I’d forgotten were tucked in cheek and under tongue. It plagues me daily. Where do they go if not my...
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May 30, 2018 |
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Pause here at the flower stand-mums and gladiolas, purple carnations dark as my heart. We are preparing for a war, and I want to drag home any distraction I can carry. Tonight...
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March 29, 2018 |
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SOOT OF A YOUNG STAR But if a man would be alone, let him look at the stars. The rays that come from those heavenly worlds, will separate between him and what he touches. –Emerson, from...
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March 16, 2018 |
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Hollow-hearted, hollow-handed, they went hungry up the mountains, branch by branch taking down the trees. The poor people of Haiti cut them down for coal, uprooting, deforesting,...
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March 16, 2018 |
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Iridescence born of irritation, the traditional gift marking thirty years of marriage. “Never much cared for pearls,” she says, taking a drag on the lipstick- stained cigarette...
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March 15, 2018 |
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AS A GHOST I’LL MAKE SURE THAT YOU’LL KEEP ON RUNNING INTO ME BACK AND FORTH, IN SOME SHAPE AND FORM WE WILL BE…” I think she was hoping he was really a gardener....
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March 15, 2018 |
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I love the rain when the rain fills the river, when the rain fills the river, and the river starts to run, and the willow branches read the braille of raindrops on the surface, and ducks,...
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January 7, 2018 |
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= San Francisco ÷ Brooklyn x Vermont Or … It’s walking your adult miniature goat Jezebelle down the street in the drizzle—umbrella-less— to pick up your favorite direct-trade...
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January 2, 2018 |
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SHRINKING ISLAND (Assateague) Looking Inland, beneath A rising vapor of cumulous, An agony of trees. Beyond the killing tide, Low dunes. Here, The mosquito is queen, The island a...
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October 24, 2017 |
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Empty and the sand follows you along Broadway as if some dampness was left for shoreline moves the IRT up then down the way clammers use their feet to rake –you walk on...
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August 15, 2017 |
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SPIRAL Three spirals bound to one another Three sisters At the edge of a stone what is the cosmos but a radial movement outward? to touch the fabric of one to see the astral...
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July 16, 2017 |
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I failed to remember the swoop and swallow of wings now sweeping the bottom of the cage, fluttering against the boney bars, with no explanation offered. How long does the mouth have...
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July 12, 2017 |
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HOTTEST SUMMER ON RECORD HERE Too many eggplants and no rain in past years we raised just a few the parsnips withered in the heat at least there are no mosquitoes gypsy moths...
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July 12, 2017 |
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FOR A FRACKING GOOD TIME There is a general consensus among scientists that the spike in Oklahoma’s earthquake activity has been triggered by disposal wells used to dispose of waste from...