ALBA
Alba When you arise from my old bed The sun arouses the slumbering rose And I remain frozen in longing repose. You look back with a nod of the head. The morn has me...
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from Recovered Poems: 13
RECOVERED POEMS 13. 10/6/93 a hoarse mentholated laugh at the radio and I am gone through the rain and headlights driving with my claws and feet eyes and head awake to...
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A jagged, liver-colored scar cleaved Yrmela’s cheek from her ear to the corner of her mouth. It was the worst of the scars and Sybil Cane was saving it up for...
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4. SHAKE and the sky was like a tabloid when I wiped the smudge and left a thumbprint on the spider in her eye snow was blowing through the branches did she always...
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