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5. with what swirling of litter and leaves is the news received when bells and slate-clad steeples speak at...
5. with what swirling of litter and leaves is the news received when bells and slate-clad steeples speak at...
Alba When you arise from my old bed The sun arouses the slumbering rose And I remain frozen in longing...
I DON’T I don’t give a flying fuck But I‘ll give a flying fuck to you Usually don’t but I will...
RECOVERED POEMS 13. 10/6/93 a hoarse mentholated laugh at the radio and I am gone through the rain and...
A jagged, liver-colored scar cleaved Yrmela’s cheek from her ear to the corner of her mouth. It was the...
4. SHAKE and the sky was like a tabloid when I wiped the smudge and left a thumbprint on the spider in her...
Last fall I found myself sitting in a fancy hotel bar on the corner of 17th and Park, a few doors down from...
for maggie We will be working side by side We will dig and cut and fold. The cat is crying in the pantry A...