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Poem of the Week
There’s anger in the sound of a V-8 engine that puts me at ease.
Poem of the Week
You’d probably prefer to sneak back into me very still, swollen.
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I slipped one sparrow black and shivering into my mouth.
Poem of the Week
I blush whenever that room in Ensenada comes to mind.
Poetry
I’d have guessed the winter this way, every bitter plum already singing.
Poem of the Week
Lure, yes, you would know how to catch and clean such a thing.
Poem of the Week
The dugout boats kissing the shoreline have ferried us into open markets.
Girl, you call me in time, where this too can be forgotten.
The hands that made them asking for more things in dim light.
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Welcome to my bed. I have these two beers, do you want them?
Poetry
The pupils are toothpicks. The lake is a sky with a circle beneath.
Poetry
Everything hung in perfect balance. Light and dark, heaven and hell.
Poetry
I'll pick a black card of luck for you: star, pinkmoon, mirror, ostrich eye.
Poetry
I’m going to save up against the flood and stagger to carry nothing.
Poetry
It is here I learn the speech of men. The speechless guilt of every swig.
Poetry
Imagine the world you want to live in; make the world in this image.
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i was a wild thing down by the river, quiet like wild things are.
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Exhausted, androgynous, delirious, I delight in my many parts.
Poetry
In hushed awe they talk of things to come, a golden time of flowering.
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I dug a hole in you; I jumped (here is the church, here is the steeple).
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Elsewhere, perhaps here too, regimes stagger, a congress ends.
Poem of the Week
our minds are not the same if they were the same you would be here
Poetry
He greets you with a kiss and marries your elbow to walk the path.
Poetry
There was only the gulf of our steps, our breathing brittle as string.
Poetry
Before there was air, sublime silence. There was no one not to hear it.
Poetry
The stars begin to turn clockwise, freeing us of all consequences.
