Poetry
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At 3AM sometimes I found the man sittingbleached in the light from the forecast on TV.There are no names for colors, he said,the first time..
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Poetry
At 3AM sometimes I found the man sittingbleached in the light from the forecast on TV.There are no names for colors, he said,the first time..
Poetry
Let heaven be a tune that belongs to an eighteen-year-old boy who has never had his own room—until now. He doesn’t even know himself well..
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Sipping teain front of Sephora,with my husband,the third one. I watch the girls from the cosmetic counterhuddle together, dressed in black smocks,full painted lips, coal-colored..
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White lost its virginitywhen I saw throughcherry eyes.The hoar turned to flame,my portrait, a whore.Who are you whogathers the hollyhockin your secret harem,seducing them,petal from..
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ted hughes arrived at my front door with an apology and a box of chocolates /dark chocolate melting over marzipan / he remembered my favorites..
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He loved the body of his woman.Harmonicas and mandolins playedIn the sense of wonder in his mind. At the end sudden winds blewThrough the plans..
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It is somewhat amazing to me. There can be so much to overlookand so much more to look over. I read Robert Haas speaking of..
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Who never embraced worldwide fameand sabotaged his health to cope andwas possibly wary of so-called fans who could turn on him when they did notget..
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The body applies order.Count the tiles so your Mother doesn’t die.Vultures ate our lands but couldn’t fly. Kneel, said the fatherSay their names nine times, then..
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The music of Johor Bahru is sitar strings plying breezesoff the South China Sea, fanning jasmine and lemongrass across verandas. The music of Johor Bahru ..
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So the new thinking now within the scientific community about the way genes and ..
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uranium rattlesnake whiskeywhatever morris has lying aroundhe loads into his army issue surplus duffelhe tosses into the backseatof his used sedanand lurches across interstate 80away..
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iridescent & indecent, the mississippi river reaches towards me like a lonely woman, first, she asks me what my mother never has for my..
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Some days are nighthighways left to usto steer the starebetween reflective lines,coffee in one hand, a radioin one ear calling Willie“classic rock.” Say what!?Some days..
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My father built the house with rocks; my mother threw them. Snow came through the holes she made. She watched us freeze.
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You can tell me nothing, because I am nobody to you. Yet once I made the rainbow for you, and when it rained I kept you dry.
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Long familiar wooden bench Friday night streets Shiraz, Shiraz, Shiraz
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A Five Gallon water can filled to the brim, I once learned, is about the density of the human body –blood, intestines, muscle and bone.
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He usually writes about his routine rising before 5:00 to weak coffee scrubbing floors, painting walls his one hour in the exercise yard, or a dream from the night before a fishing trip with his father long dead.
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The first time you decide to buy a vase you will know you have a home to bring it to
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In mid April, for two short weeks the Magnolia breaks its blossoms over the deck each of its eyes open wide
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1 The bar with the U-shaped clampsto lock the prisoner’s feetstill lies on a bedframe wherea sleeper like me always assumesthe freedom of my legs..
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Friday Night, the stillness, the madnessUnder the purplish sky Wear a pink blouse, come to a deserted gardenFireflies might come but you should not expect itFocus..
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(Blue Light/Sleeper) Present a fact, simple, hard, felt, like a rock, guttural- E.g. #1: heaving, fat-skinned, swamp (Muck Badger) #2: I drink live fire,..