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Posted by on Feb 27, 2008 in Poetry | 0 comments

The Jacket

Fingering the wrinkles of your leather jacket November wind clinging to the skin the cold zipper big by a basket full of sweet potatoes in the bronze reflection of the...

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Posted by on Feb 25, 2008 in Poetry | 0 comments

Races

At night they disappear between the stars, swallowed up by abysses lit with street lights in the dim orange fog of skies into flag draped coffins or meteor showers of...

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Posted by on Feb 24, 2008 in Poetry | 0 comments

Park

Oily flames flicker through the iron fence between the green gauze of ornate lamps buried in trees, a few ragged stars of pink caught in the branches. Make way for the...

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