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Poetry

Poetry
You’ll find me here in the peach orchard, the most I can muster.
Poetry
Now I’m no longer the buzzards glooming over the mango tree.
Poetry
My ups and downs never stop on the hump we call a hill behind the house.
Poetry
I dream of watching my grandfather stagger home through the snow.
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I can’t struggle against joy and suffering inseparable.
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Your hands along her spine. Her hips unfolding like a cotton napkin.
Poem of the Week
I bought two for my wedding, planted them in pots on the patio by the pond.
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Fresh from Texas. She has the head of a girl & a serpent’s body.
Poetry
Don’t hitchhike the Mediterranean coast of Algeria in the summer of ’71.
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Each drifting snowflake falls nowhere but here and now
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The willows crack as the startled deer flee into a deeper darkness.
Poem of the Week
I insist you peel me. Keep my skin when I’m gone.
Poetry
Soledad is the name a woman is given, a sentence a woman must serve.
Poem of the Week
They know whoever passes on the curving road just by the footstep.
Poem of the Week
Bill Evans’s quiet solo was walking out on unbelievably thin ice.
Poem of the Week
I was nineteen and mentally infirm when I saw the prophet Isaiah.
Poem of the Week
In the reign of the cold, in the name of the sorrow, in the flame of the hark.
Poetry
My imagination has been weak lately, caught in some half-world.
Poem of the Week
Through all this the sands kept vigil, harboring blood and bones.
Poetry
On Christmas Day, we lost one of our great advocates for poetry.
Poem of the Week
I was created in His image I had dominion over every thing
Poem of the Week
I would slip the hook under the sow’s chin, hold my breath, and pull.
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you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens her first rose
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Beached on the kingdom I learned to swim with my eyes closed.
Poem of the Week
Ahab went mad when he saw the sea is just the sea and nothing more.
Poetry
Filarial worms in bloodstream darkness know when it’s night.
Poem of the Week
I know what my promises are worth, know the worth of material things.
Poem of the Week
Their days go over in idleness, and they sigh if the wind but lift a tress.
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If you are hidden treasure, mine, don’t let me lose what I have gained.
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Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, but to be young was very Heaven!