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YOU UPEND THE WORLD: IN MEMORIAM, TULSA RACE MASSACRE 1921

IN MEMORIAM, TULSA RACE MASSACRE 1921

Memory is the sense of loss and loss pulls us after it.Marilynne Robinson, Housekeeping The air tonight invites the dense warren of smoke from your…

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The Almost Mother

The Almost Mother

The Almost Mother sits with me on a park bench, smiling to herself, humming a lullaby, while she looks for children to trip. A strange…

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Summers of Solitude

Summers of Solitude

I grew up afraid of asking questions, afraid of being curious. It still affects the way I live. Any time I crossed that line as…

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Live Fast or Die

Live Fast or Die

This is a perpetual mourning poem. If you were told to livefast, you’ll be aghast at life’s stretch,a thing too long for haiku, sinceelegies have…

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Rumsey's Watch

Rumsey’s Watch

Walter looked at his watch, the warm sun reflecting across its silver blue dial into his eyes. The second hand appeared to be moving in…

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Meaningless Terabytes and Featherless Wings

Meaningless Terabytes and Featherless Wings

All this contradictory newsobviously spewsdigitized perplexities of truth: clattering electrons andcross-eyed geesesparkly and smartly sneezing liberal this, conservative that; flying smack-dabbit into windowstranslucent glass walls…

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Seeing You Even When You're Gone

Seeing You Even When You’re Gone

Time will bring relief, you all have lied   –Edna St. Vincent Millay On the freeway, a cop cruiser pulls beside me in the hiss of…

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Wild Turkey

Wild Turkey

A rafter in the back woods:five toms and eighteen hens,a remnant of the Pilgrim myththat predicated genocide. Bobbing heads and fanned tails,almost our national bird….

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the loved wrong of hey alfred prufrock

the loved wrong of hey alfred prufrock

let us go then you and Iwhen the evening has wretchedly passed and diedlike cremations sanctified far gone unstablelet us so through curtained half-perverted sweetsthe…

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Anybody's Guess

Anybody’s Guess

A jar of sea salt rests on the table     Of the woman whose home is at the edge      of the pavement in middle Vermont.Close…

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On Top of the Game

On Top of the Game

I mean like this morning.While streaming 24/7.Somebody’s hijab blew off. Tagging the rotunda of intersectionality.Shooting the pier of othering.The quality of the rip unsurpassed. An…

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