Poetry
Poetry
When I’m reading him I feel myself come closer to you than usual.
Poetry
I have tried and failed to renew my vows to real trees whom I love.
Poetry
Because grass sprouts from the stump’s rings like tiny soldiers.
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All I know is not in front of me, my sweet angels.
Poetry
The past is never done with. It begs to be fed, demands to be eaten.
Poetry
Those trees—each an epoch with its origin and history, rising into night.
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The dead man’s suit coat
is a good fit through the shoulders.
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Burly Viking raiders are standing in the coffee line, sharing pickles.
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I wear a gray sweater not unlike the one my father used to wear.
Poetry
Isn’t it nice to think tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes yet?
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Certain elements of isolation were built into the design, given the odds.
Poetry
Carte blanche is bodily as chalk on dark asphalt, so enliven these eyes.
Poetry
Descent jumps and jostles, nausea drops me back to the floodplain.
Poetry
Walking through the snow with her was enough, quiet enough.
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I keep waking up on the edge of the black lake. He’s on the other side.
Poetry
The website said November was a good time for appreciating bark.
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The child at the rummage sale— more souvenirs than memories.
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The rings of Saturn flash their nothing yellows, nothing blues beautiful.
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The roads have come to an end now, they don’t go any farther.
Poetry
I am left with little Rome for error. I choose wrong, then I revise.
Poetry
Let’s span a time with each other. The mutual will give us pleasure.
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A wildness and all the ways I could never be classy enough for pearls.
