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Poetry
I can remove my hand the second it becomes too much for me.
Poetry
I screamed every word and waited for the stones to answer back.
Poem of the Week
She stared back at me, a toddler almost hidden in the folds of her skirt.
Poetry
I have to wait till day to tell you that you’ve sunk down below sea level.
Poetry
Her songs, her records—I entered them. I jumped in and out of myself.
Poem of the Week
He took off his clothes and left them on the living room floor.
Poetry
The signal’s too remote and there’s a delay before we can start again.
Poem of the Week
I take Saturday’s unpopulated trains, since there is no safety in numbers.
Poetry
Here we were, seventeen, trapped by the sheer number of bodies.
Poetry
Her voice smelled like an orange, though I’d never peeled an orange.
Poem of the Week
Through Joan’s window, my childhood. I want this view.
Poetry
What did Adam think when he awoke and saw a bloody clump?
Poem of the Week
All this while, I am eating the apple in this careless moment of life.
Poetry
Premonitions return to me like a carrier pigeon, disaster strapped to its leg.
Poem of the Week
My door overlooks a jade stream, the stillness of dawn drives cares away.
Poem of the Week
Everything comes down to the lightning. Nothing is ever by chance.
Poem of the Week
It’s like listening to the snow falling before sticking out your tongue.
Poetry
There is the ghost of a child in me. It longs to die, so afraid of living.
Poem of the Week
forget how to count starting with your own age starting with even numbers
Poetry
I was a skinhead in look and seem, a balding guy trying out the future.
Poem of the Week
You can dive still see half the Spanish castle, its stone pile a trap
Poem of the Week
we have in our heads the next place the place like the first place
Poem of the Week
The leaves repeat my fall in choruses more ancient than my own.
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I dream we ride together in a Subaru to the county fair.
Poetry
No one seems to long for what it was before memory gained purchase.
Poem of the Week
Buckled by time and tides, the pier fails halfway to the deeps.
