Poetry

London tired

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London town I am done. Bruised and beaten down like a dusty old cur The shrine by a lamp. Please install the artificial voice…

Foragers

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Chasing crickets through alpine meadows, my sisters and I stumble over bones sprawled in a grove of blackberry vines. Alone. The ants the flies…

Playground

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For spring to begin mma boy held his breath and then the breath mmexploded, the boy’s cheeks sank—this, this mmwas the last of winter….

H.G. Who?

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“I’m going back in the time machine; I’ll be right back,” my daughter hollers from the backyard when it’s time to set the table….

Exodus

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After Rilke In the beginning, your word: Light And there was time. A long Absence, then your second: Man Who brought forth doubt; Uneasy…

Leaving Barcelona

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The rain drove everyone inside just me on deck at midnight watching glowing clouds obscure the city ringed by mountains …………………………………………………….sea and lightning moccasins…