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Poetry
I have been enshrouded for months by the weak winter sun.
Poem of the Week
Get all of it. Set up the shots. Get beautiful stuff and get the ugliness.
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People write vows for their weddings of one.
Poem of the Week
Someone seems to have made an excellent age-specific insight.
Poetry
This morning drifts of sand hissed along the shore like mist.
Poem of the Week
I will make my own man I will stitch together a coat of drunk minks
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We need to stop talking about it, we need to put some pants on.
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Bright rot laces the air, light sharpens each leaf. On our way to fallow, fire.
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The hands opened calmly like seeds, endured the passage of time.
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You need to teach these cows to meditate. To lose their bodies.
Poetry
I am part dumb, and blind, and deaf, and untasting and unfeeling.
Poetry
In this plummeting weather there is nothing to do but lean in.
Poem of the Week
Her city, but no cats. Specks of color, no cloth.
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It wants to name the dead—without a name you wander lost in the sky.
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It was spring: the field, a botanist’s mirage of wild flowers.
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It was the truth of it all—hunger’s chill, the scream beneath the surface.
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We are good at thinking we can stay. We are good at finding hurt.
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Wrung taut & tender at the soft play of fingertips, we breathe desires. Laughter takes refuge in bodies no longer coaxed to move. Nature becomes a thought.
Poetry
These sounds for you, verbs of attraction. Matters of tense.
Poem of the Week
There is something on my mind rushing up as river in a locked car.
Poetry
Cat food smells even unopened like vomit and I don’t trust cats.
Poetry
Where will we go and how will we steer when the cars are gone?
Poem of the Week
You gave me blue and I gave you yellow. Together we are green.
Poetry
What I became was not pretty. Like a needle on water-warped paper.
Poetry
Re: murdering democracy, oiling the shore, shearing the rain forest.
Poem of the Week
I wouldn’t know what to do with the body, gills pumping like an accordion.
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there is no place on this earth I can run from my own prejudice
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it’s hard not to be obsessed with your own shadow I don’t tell him
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The next time we made love, I looked for the fox looking down at me.
Poem of the Week
When you write the story of being a father don’t leave out the joy.