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Poetry

Poetry
A father peeled the night / from another midnight & begged / me to lie
Poetry
I have, in the long solitude of my body, asked for something else.
Poetry
My bike, my skinny body, my pent breath was thrown to the grass.
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However hard you try to make amends, they will still condemn you.
Poem of the Week
We are going south where I know that my father is going to die.
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When he was a child, my father had a cousin who was buried by a plow.
Poetry
The stones here carry the island’s low cry inside them. A landlocked grief.
Poetry
To articulate sweet sounds together is to work harder than all these.
Classics
I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams.
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The animals are dying. All the beautiful women are dying too.
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I’ll see you on the sea, they say, but then they float past on a raft
Poetry
He tuned the future backward as he left the ringing water to reclaim me.
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I want to say hold these harp strings steady atop the tallest summit.
Poetry
What if my mother could have been happy if I hadn’t been born?
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I sit next to a man I never loved but let kiss me wetly for two months.
Poetry
Crows rasp from branches, scatter debris across unfinished plots.
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Empty is a strange destination, like arriving at the end of the party.
iPoems
Always I obliged the urban tree, any speechless unblessed nature.
Poetry
Here is my aphorism of the day: Happy people are monogamous.
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Death is a lack, I suppose, and love more so. But I will not falter.
Poem of the Week
They taught us do not touch it, but who can keep from touching it?
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…when you walk to the edge of the Mekong and make a wish…
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You walk and the world bends toward you like leaves waiting for rain.
Poem of the Week
The towns died as quickly as a single house, a house like ours, lit gold within.
Poem of the Week
I’m mourning in the armpits of a lover we once called a family friend.
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We will use my entire bed and all my dishes, make dirty each chair.
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We’ve seen the news. We know the story. How even our bodies hurt us.
Poetry
The hound, the leash, the fence, the hens. So many of them.
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I’m happy in the unmapped landscape inside the bottle.
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My relationship with god resembled that of a prisoner and firing squad.