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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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...
Read MorePoisonous Nostalgia
Last fall I found myself sitting in a fancy hotel bar on the corner of 17th and Park, a few doors down from where Max’s was. I started scribbling on napkins, and...
Read MoreWe Will Be Walking
for maggie We will be working side by side We will dig and cut and fold. The cat is crying in the pantry A sere whip of wind lashes the trees. Bent by time to the task...
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