Month: November 2022
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Same Page
Yesterday, I burned my hand,and you got Shakespeare in the divorcewhich feels unfair. You were beautiful in your knowingness—thesense that…
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Red Pines
Spring fed. When I was young, my father told me it was why the lake’s water was so clear and…
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The Bang
Living is no joke. To live, I mean really live, is to be brave, which is not to sayfearless — what…
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Midnight Waltz
This is our last danceTogether, mother, but IWant you to tell me whyYou still let crimson runDown your lips on…
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Dwelling with Death
After my father died I became jealous of every unorphaned child who held thecalloused arm of her dad in one…
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River
A river flows from my eyes every nightand the moss settled on the banksmakes the myopia of myths The world…
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Beyond Death
Pain is a seedwhich grows with timeand spreads its brown branchesover the bonesand sheds its leavesin the rivulets of bloodtill…
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Archeology
We loved like ancient peoples,shrouded in mystery, hidden deepin caves, under thatched roofs, inside adobe walls.Beside fires that smoldered, sending…
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Mourning Dove
From my balcony on the fourth floorof this downtown apartment, I can seenests tucked under the roofline of the surrounding…
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Modern Religion
I don’t believe in ironing bed sheets or jeans (or owning an iron at all), leaving shopping carts willy-nilly all over…