Category: Poetry
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Pure Fool
We had ham & Brie on our saltines, fortified wine. & even though we were ill met by the needling rain & springtime’s anarchic phlegm, it was a grand picnic…
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A Spell for Finding Lost Things
Theory: the ritual depends on what I’d want to find: (who was)…
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Sealing Wax
I have dripped wax on the ends of birds’ wings, melting what was solid with fever. They eat everything from last year yet stay hungry…
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jesus billboard
come & take off your face. my o my you could be a good telephone…
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Greed Greed Greed
In Covington, I smell the honeysuckle smeared across the hills: impenetrable yellow mocking the warblers as they guzzle mealworms…
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Still Life With Dog In The Yard
The throat chaps from an easterly pumping harder now. A march of ants parade around the kettle in one straight line…
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Feeding Nagasaki
A garland of tako tentacles dangles under the canopy of Natsuo’s yatai…
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Praying to Unreliable Gods
Turn the door knob as if picking ripe figs. Spin the wrist and pull your harvest…