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January 15, 2019 |
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ODE TO THE GARDENER “i can grow love even when it’s not there” see how closely these bruises resemble hydrangeas with enough molding how each...
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January 15, 2019 |
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/>after Mystery of Love by Sufjan Stevens these days everything inside me feels newborn and peeling i am trying to imagine all the ways you will break me i will break myself trying to be...
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January 14, 2019 |
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(The North American Pink Lady Slipper) Near slow moving water a crowd of lady slippers gathers in the woods this Saturday in June. Tripping over their green skirts, they carry with them...
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January 14, 2019 |
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Too many paths. Feet twitch to tread on each river stone. The lizard’s precise pose congratulates my eye: well-honed, human, you could nearly believe you were born to all this...
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January 13, 2019 |
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Naked bushes still shiver like kids on a beach, teeth chattering, fingers turning blue. Winter has overstayed her welcome, again, the guest who won’t leave after the nightcap....
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October 7, 2018 |
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MOTHER, MY ASHES My house burned and now your ashes are mingled with those of my home— beds and scraps of poetry and walls. The April skies are a blue hum that turns to gray water...
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June 3, 2018 |
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I thirst and thirst but never drown, can’t help but to swallow the things I’d forgotten were tucked in cheek and under tongue. It plagues me daily. Where do they go if not my...
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May 30, 2018 |
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Pause here at the flower stand-mums and gladiolas, purple carnations dark as my heart. We are preparing for a war, and I want to drag home any distraction I can carry. Tonight...
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March 29, 2018 |
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SOOT OF A YOUNG STAR But if a man would be alone, let him look at the stars. The rays that come from those heavenly worlds, will separate between him and what he touches. –Emerson, from...
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March 16, 2018 |
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Hollow-hearted, hollow-handed, they went hungry up the mountains, branch by branch taking down the trees. The poor people of Haiti cut them down for coal, uprooting, deforesting,...
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March 16, 2018 |
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Iridescence born of irritation, the traditional gift marking thirty years of marriage. “Never much cared for pearls,” she says, taking a drag on the lipstick- stained cigarette...
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March 15, 2018 |
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AS A GHOST I’LL MAKE SURE THAT YOU’LL KEEP ON RUNNING INTO ME BACK AND FORTH, IN SOME SHAPE AND FORM WE WILL BE…” I think she was hoping he was really a gardener....
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March 15, 2018 |
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I love the rain when the rain fills the river, when the rain fills the river, and the river starts to run, and the willow branches read the braille of raindrops on the surface, and ducks,...
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January 7, 2018 |
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= San Francisco ÷ Brooklyn x Vermont Or … It’s walking your adult miniature goat Jezebelle down the street in the drizzle—umbrella-less— to pick up your favorite direct-trade...
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January 2, 2018 |
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SHRINKING ISLAND (Assateague) Looking Inland, beneath A rising vapor of cumulous, An agony of trees. Beyond the killing tide, Low dunes. Here, The mosquito is queen, The island a...