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Poetry
Finger tracing the terrain, you hold me through autumn’s loss of color.
Poetry
You’ll learn to love the spoil, the apple’s softest flesh, the bruise.
Poetry
she thrust to where her gut bucked acid & gave out a taurine heave
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I see now that motherhood is not required to speak a mother tongue.
Poetry
cannibal chowder and a kiss by the splashing voices of a pool
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I lean I stumble toward you hoping you’ve not turned away yet.
Poem of the Week
The windshield’s dirty, the squirter stuff’s all gone, so we drive on.
Poetry
Maybe it’s a Thursday, & I’m coming home to make you dinner.
Poetry
God, I need to know what happened to those who tried to cross.
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Show me your darkness, your nothing-to-see and everything to touch.
Poetry
Then I graduate to a four-digit mortgage inside an ornate gate.
Poetry
Forgive me, please, for continuing to believe that roses are beautiful.
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A real or imagined boundary, crossed. End of the line. Lined out.
Poetry
His mooseness was implacable, the light behind him from the trees.
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An empty day without events. And that is why it grew immense as space.
Poem of the Week
All of this leaves me floating in seas of prehistory and indeterminacy.
Poem of the Week
money gotten by blood tends to stay in the blood, which has no race.
Poem of the Week
Every day I was forced to return to the one place I did not want to be.
Poem of the Week
One makes one’s peace with words in a poem and space in a dream.
Poetry
Everything is mine on loan: the leaves I’ve combed out of my hands.
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Something basks and gathers in the dark parts of an open ear.
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All those butterflies I impaled when I was a boy—will I go to hell for that?
Poetry
Before giant pandas earn heir name, they cub pinkly and mewling.
Poetry
It wasn’t the bees I thought to tell but wasps the evening you died.
Poem of the Week
A heart takes precautions, withholds warmth, but it’s mistaken.
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I wound through the Gothic castle buildings in the university.
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Have you no one else to talk to? Your life is really that empty?
