Poetry
A Brief History of My First Marriage 1969
Chinook, the Snow Eater, drools. Electric lavender shimmers down its scaley silver cheeks.
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The Greatest Poem Ever Written
But. The greatest poem ever written, also must be a war poem,
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Hillo
She was a fossil with no story to tell, no story of her own: yet contained in that dormant pulse were the stories of all…
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Of Love and Laundry
Grateful for any help, I wept. My ex-sister-in-law. My friend. I had screamed Shame on you. My enemy holding my laundry.
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Dancing with Shame
I should say no more dancing on the outside since shuffling shame-faced off the stage classmates snickering But sister of spring’s first daffodils
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Perennial Daughter
My mother’s kitchen counters are forever scented by lemons she juiced
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Two Poems by Noreia Rain
it’s because i have time now, in these stolen hours in which tree shadows stretch across the windows and outside, and the air is just starting to drape itself in cold and to exhale its fog into the golden streetlamp glow.
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Ark
All vessels have names, even a container ship whose utilitarian appearance does not elicit poetry. Ever Given. Blood oranges, mahogany, lemons,
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What it feels like to wake up and be gay for the first time in your life but also like the way you were supposed to wake up the whole time
There used to be a snag. It was in the chest and like a ponytail caught
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The Tricks Witches Play
You fattened the pigs in your stye with acorns and beech mast, And with a wave of your wand, you transformed them into men.
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Hyphen Log
question mark-comma-hyphen marks punctuated by division upon division a leaving-behind
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Fanny Appleton Longfellow Predicts Her own Death
Lo! Were I a woman bottled and kept, written of as battles bloodied and blessed.
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Ant Colony
You asked me how to kill An ant colony I told you to press firmly on each speck Until you thought they were no longer breathing,
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Jonestown
The jungle has reclaimed the camp, a bed of daisies growing now where the pavilion was. The oil drum stands rusting, its remembrance burnt away.
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Back Row Crow
Now, still, I’m sitting in the way-back, where I can flick my ashes on the floor and exhale freely.
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THE ANTI-TYGER
Anti-tyger Anti-tyger, burning bright, In the anti-forests of the anti-night; What immortal anti-hand or anti-eye Could frame thy fearful anti-symmetry?
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Pistachios: A Sestina
In the rain, eat pistachios The girl with the red dress, hands me a lily Secrets of the house—of the blouse—of the bruise I begin eating them and them and them: flax seeds We cannot live in mud of melancholy Like a sticky hot bun, this is all…
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Before the Last Sigh
The things we do to keep alive: Whisky, weed, write & lie. We settle, we deny, we Play-Boy. We work & sleep & hunt to avoid the final gasp, life’s last sigh.
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Travelers Song
I mind the peak cabin with vistas in all directions need fire humming here and nowhere in particular while you dip a toe into icy time flow finicking a door
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ADVANCE LESSONS
Bypassing clenched fists, their conscientious poems get published in conscientious journals.
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Between Two Oblivions
When I see the roots of a tree bleed through the ground, now I say they are the veins of my grandmother’s hands, spilling upward. I recall the tender bruises up and down her arms
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Old Lady’s Moon
It’s dry,a fragrance tucked away, no longer lavender.
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Welcome to Equity Crater
When the hums reach the edge of the crater, they return to the girl, and she replies by raising her voice an octave.
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killing something wild
I knew he’d never kill anything and it wasn’t that I thought you wanted that deer to get killed but I had suspicion you did not care either way and that indifference made me more sick but